Kill Switch

[Intro: The Real Yung Honcho]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: The Real Yung Honcho]

This that real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a perc, now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit, that's real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a Perc', now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit

[Verse 1: The Real Yung Honcho]

All of my shooters be ready for war

You know they be ready to slide

I got this 40 with 30 up in it

You better be ready to die

Heard he wan' with smoke me

Bitch I set shit off like 4th of July

You know how I'm rocking, its Honcho The Demon

Don't know why you acting surprised

I had to run up the bag and get on my ass and make the shit work

You niggas is bitches and actin like hoes

You might as well put on a skirt

And I got the strap on me right now

But you will get put in the dirt

Gun on waist you know I don't play, I even be strapped in church

I'm from the trenches with killers and robbers, you know that I be with the gang

If I ever catch me a rapper, you how I'm coming up snatching his chain

He get out line, I'm shaking him down, them bullets gon' enter his brain

Shots fired, man down yeah, I turned that nigga to a stain

[Chorus: The Real Yung Honcho]

This that real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a perc, now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit, that's real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a Perc', now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit

[Verse 2: Azealia Banks]

Real shit

Hotter than some tea, I just spilled it

It'll get messy if my niggas start to peel clips

I just keep stepping in Balenciaga joggers on my heel tips

Even got my own bars when I shower, so I still drip

Different kinda illness

No doctor can heal this

Just keeping that realness

Come rock with a real bitch

Crushed ice in the face, ugh

High fashion my waist, ugh

I cannot be replaced, no

I just put a hunnid bands up in the safe and niggas ain't safe, no

After money I chase

Like Tay K to the race

I just hopped out the coupe

Bitch, what's hot? Looking like soup

Bitches not know that I do

Turn that beef into beef stew, ugh

Hopped the country for a play date

Rollie faces today-day

Put in work, I stay late

On time, clocking that payday

Stash box, got a stash

Behind the digital dash

Coming out with that cash

I'm all in my bag

[Verse 3: The Real Yung Honcho]

We be back to back, she Bonnie and I'm Clyde

I know she a shooter, I know she gon' ride

Cos she be hitting licks and catching homicides

She go set a nigga up, I keep her by my side

We go spend that block until we catch her out

And we gon' send them shots until them bodies drop

Homicide and shell cases, yellow tape the block

All they heard was gunshots and then we seen the cops

[Chorus: The Real Yung Honcho]

This that real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a perc, now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit, that's real shit

Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch

Let's drill shit

All that rah-rah shit gon' get you killed quick, that's real shit

I just popped a Perc', now I don't feel shit

I'm still lit

Niggas totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit

[Outro: The Real Yung Honcho]

You still bitch

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This that real shit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This that real shit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This that real shit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This that real shit