Killy Lyrics – J Hus
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 *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’ (True)
I don’t have to *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’ (True)
“Yo, my ***, 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
*** 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 *** 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 *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
I don’t have to *** him, let my killy *** him (*** him)
I don’t like spitting, I like blood spilling (Spilling)
Insha’Allah we catch a *** slippin’
So crazy, JD, I was sippin’
Grab a couple spinners, all my ***’s chip in
I near bun my ***, I was ***’ trippin’
Catch an opp with his ***, 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