HELICOPTER (Original)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Four, five hundred on the Hummer, no gas Eighty-nine, price on the ticket, uh Exercise, eat all my vegetables Fuck up some decimals, he 'bout his business Stunner 'bout the hundreds, got 'em comin' out fast Shawty gon' bag it, lick it, uh Gift-wrap, package, ship it, uh Nigga from rags to riches, uh Dumb shit, dumb shit Act like you don't know who run shit, run shit On the front porch in the function, uh I'm checkin' my sneakers, no checks on my sneakers Just Puma, Gap, and, yeah, the goody GRIM Pull up to the church in my hoodie then I'm 'bout to get money for surely then I ride around in an all-pink Mercedes, the pussy whip Like Killa Cam, my braids lookin' like I could be Jim They lookin' around like, "That could be them" Lot of opps is around and you could be them If we talkin' 'bout pockets, you know mine fat If we talkin' your chances, they could be thin And I'm knockin' at the door like, "Let me in" Who get more pussy than a lesbian? Hangin' from the helicopter, Spider-Man [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter Take my wife beat' off, spin it like a helicopter Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey pop you (Yeah) Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko, might Petey pop you (Yeah, GRIM, uh) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Used to be, niggas do anything for a new check Nowadays, these days, niggas do anything for a blue check, check When tennis shoes had the check or three stripes on the side Way before Puma cut the check, yeah, three strikes, that's your life, uh Niggas runnin' out of sweat Nigga runnin' out of breath Niggas runnin' out of time Y'all niggas runnin' into debt Word to everything, I invented it From the internet, niggas set the trend, now the trend is set Then they run and do it and then forget who did it best [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (Niggas know) Take my wife beat' off, spin it like a helicopter (Like a helicopter) Fu-fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey pop you (P-Petey pop you) Fuckin' with Pretty Flacko, I Petey pop you (GRIM) Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (Yeah, ayy) Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (Yeah, ayy) Fuck with young Pretty Flacko (Ayy), I Petey pop you (Yeah, ayy) Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko (Ayy), might Petey pop you (GRIM) [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] I'm in Adidas, hol' up All of my hoes, they eaters, hol' up What you wanna do 'bout it? (Say what?) 7.62, yeah, woah For everybody, everybody, everybody (Schyeah) Chrome Heart, that Matty Boy (Ayy) Chrome Heart on the Patek, boy (Ayy) I been rollin' off the jet I can't feel my head (Ah) I can't feel my legs (Ah) I can't feel my head (Ah) I can't feel my legs (Ah) Pop that pill, pop that pill I'm in this bitch going crazy Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, I'm feelin' myself Self, self, self, self I'm on syrup, I'm switchin' lanes, don't give a fuck (Phew, phew) Beno! scrapin' the car, don't give a fuck, ah, woah Hermès car, I got these hoes, they tryna fuck, ayy, uh (Fuck) Send the bitch up, ayy, yeah No, no pill, ayy, hah I feel like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' like Weezy, I feel like my daddy, ayy, huh I'm standin' on shit, I'm standin' on business, I'm standin' on Benzes, hah All of these bitches, all of these niggas, they can get it, ayy [Outro: Playboi Carti & A$AP Rocky] All the way burnt up All the way burnt out, ah (Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter) Schyeah, schyeah Schyeah (GRIM)