Blast Off Honcho (Ft. Mildin Cool)

Tehilla on the mix

[Chorus] (Honcho)
Wrld juice, smoke pop, (yeah, yeah, fuck with the Woo nigga)
Big boss, zoom off, we don't stop (zoom zoom zoom)
Light me, charge me, I'm gassed up (krra kaka)
MD, Honcho blast off (boom boom)

Wrld juice, smoke pop (yeah)
Big boss, zoom off, we don't stop (don't stop, nah nah)
Light me, charge me, I'm gassed up (I'm gassed up nigga)
MD, Honcho blast off

[Verse I] (Honcho)
Ain't Edsheeran cool but I'm Skepta cool (yeah nigga)
I've got sights that my specs tackle like a spectacle (like a see through nigga)
I've got so many case files like I'm the bad guy (yeah)
I've got Jays that don't hush when you say wagwan
I've got dust and dots in my eyеs (yeah yeah)
I sip real icе to realise
I don't diss guys who disguise
I don't discuss
My shit with no fake fuss
Or them rappers who make noise
Where I'm from
Religion is a minus
So I see no cross but a fake plus (no cap nigga)
I see them niggas on Insta, pretending like them real stars
I don't beef that, or believe that, I don't live fast, I bleed blisters, now you know that
Ivyson shit jiggy jigga
Pass me a bullet Ion need a trigger (krra kaka)
Rat out me and I'ma grill you nigga
Fuck with the Woo, Great Ife nigga (yeah)
I didn't come from no trenches
But trust me, you don't wanna trust me
Asap Rocky, nigga I'm testing (fashion killa)
Man na busta, my rhymes are so sexy
Feeling desperate, deliberate, you can't relate, we can't be mates, I'm back in state, ain't down to date, Miss calculate, don't celebrate, you're celibate, I never hate a figure 8, your curves are straight