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letra de kill switch - the real yung honcho

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
this that real sh-t
pull up on your block and hit the k!ll switch
let’s drill sh-t
all that rah-rah sh-t gon’ get you k!lled quick, that’s real sh-t
i just popped a perc, now i don’t feel sh-t
i’m still lit
n-ggas totin’ guns but ain’t gon’ k!ll sh-t, that’s real sh-t
pull up on your block and hit the k!ll switch
let’s drill sh-t
all that rah-rah sh-t gon’ get you k!lled quick, that’s real sh-t
i just popped a perc, now i don’t feel sh-t
i’m still lit
n-ggas totin’ guns but ain’t gon’ k!ll sh-t

[verse 1]
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
b-tch i set sh-t 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 sh-t work
you n-ggas is b-tches 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 k!llers and robbers, you know that i be with the gang
if i ever catch me a rapper, you how i’m coming up sn-tching 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 n-gga to a stain

[verse 2: azealia banks]
real sh-t
hotter than some tea, i just spilled it
it’ll get messy if my n-ggas 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 b-tch
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 n-ggas ain’t safe, no
after money i chase
like take cake to the race
i just hopped out the coupe
b-tch, what’s hot? looking like soup
b-tches 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]
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 l!cks and catching homicides
she go set a n-gga 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 sh-ll cases, yellow tape the block
all they heard was gun shots and then we seen the cops

[outro]
you still b-tch
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
this that real sh-t
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
this that real sh-t
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
this that real sh-t
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
this that real sh-t

- the real yung honcho

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