J Hus – Killy Lyrics

J Hus Killy Lyrics (feat. Popcaan)

Yeah
Woi, oi
Killy them
Woi

Killy them ready any time
Money pan, they’ll be dead to me
I sip some Remy
London, bad missed that the knife in her face
And knife in her belly
Grimy darts, grimy

I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’ (True)
I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’ (True)

“Yo, my nigga, how you living?” I’m a man that’s on a mission
Wallahi I ain’t got no competition
Anywhere I see him, I’ma clip him
If you ever see them, start rinsing
Cock it back ’til you hear it clicking
Enter the party, I bring the clique in
Had him leaking, I had him dripping
Smoke Jamba, I’m never sniffing (Eh)
Pray my nigga don’t go back to prison
But he’s got a hard head, he don’t listen
Jack The Ripper, man been rippin’
Had them man there backflippin’
Martial arts the way the mash is kickin’
You see how my teams winning?
Come like Nas the way it was written

I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’

I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’

I don’t have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a nigga slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
Grab a couple spinners, all my nigga’s chip in
I near bun my nigga, I was fuckin’ trippin’
Catch an opp with his bitch, he was there kissin’
When he dies, I’ll be on his grave pissin’

Killy them ready any time
Money pan, they’ll be dead to me
I sip some Remy
London, bad missed that the knife in her face
And knife in her belly
Grimy darts, grimy

Grimy darts, grimy

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  • Written by: J Hus, Levi Lennox, Popcaan, TSB
  • Album: Beautiful and Brutal Yard
  • Released: 2023