[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
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
N***as 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
N***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit

[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
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 n***as 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 n***a to a stain
[Chorus]
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
N***as 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
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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]
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 n***a 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 gun shots and then we seen the cops

[Chorus]
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
N***as 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
N***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill shit

[Outro]
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