Helicopter to Houston
Blades choppin like a helicopter
Coming down juggin swinging proper
Windows tinted you can't see the driver
Moving shaking trying to duck the oppers
Real niggas all up on the roster
Roll wit us and you know we got cha
Eyes wide like a molly popper
Play with us and you know who shot ya
I'm on my way to you
I'm just speeding with the space for two
And I just save enough space for you
Because I need a little taste of you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
Know you've been
Waiting on
A nigga
Like me to come
Pulling up putting it down (yeah)
Fucking up all of your furniture
Sweating out weaves
Pulling them out (yeah)
Fuck what you heard
They got some nerve
Talking what they don't know bout (yeah)
That shits absurd
It's just like a circus
Paying no mind to no clowns (yeah)
Baby I've been moving out a new wave
Getting money Tuesday to Tuesday
Cup got you moving at a new pace
Slow down
Do this shit the screw way
Baby just pace it
We are not racing
Roll it and face it
Enjoy it and taste it
This ain't that basic
This your favorite (hann)
Hannh
This your new favorite
I'm on my way to you
I'm just speeding with the space for two
And I just saved enough space for you
Because I need a little taste of you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
Coming down juggin swinging proper
Windows tinted you can't see the driver
Moving shaking trying to duck the oppers
Real niggas all up on the roster
Roll wit us and you know we got cha
Eyes wide like a molly popper
Play with us and you know who shot ya
I'm on my way to you
I'm just speeding with the space for two
And I just save enough space for you
Because I need a little taste of you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
Know you've been
Waiting on
A nigga
Like me to come
Pulling up putting it down (yeah)
Fucking up all of your furniture
Sweating out weaves
Pulling them out (yeah)
Fuck what you heard
They got some nerve
Talking what they don't know bout (yeah)
That shits absurd
It's just like a circus
Paying no mind to no clowns (yeah)
Baby I've been moving out a new wave
Getting money Tuesday to Tuesday
Cup got you moving at a new pace
Slow down
Do this shit the screw way
Baby just pace it
We are not racing
Roll it and face it
Enjoy it and taste it
This ain't that basic
This your favorite (hann)
Hannh
This your new favorite
I'm on my way to you
I'm just speeding with the space for two
And I just saved enough space for you
Because I need a little taste of you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm on my way to you
Credits
Writer(s): Pablo De Echave Cazorla
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