Letra Kill Switch par Azealia Banks

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This that real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t, that's real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t

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*t*h 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***as is b*t*hes 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

This that real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t, that's real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t

Real sh*t
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 b*t*h
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
b*t*h, what's hot? Looking like soup
b*t*hes 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

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

This that real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t, that's real sh*t
Pull up on your block and hit the kill switch
Let's drill sh*t
All that rah-rah sh*t gon' get you killed quick, that's real sh*t
I just popped a perc, now I don't feel sh*t
I'm still lit
n***as totin' guns but ain't gon' kill sh*t

You still b*t*h
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This that real sh*t
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This that real sh*t
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This that real sh*t
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This that real sh*t