J Hus Killy Lyrics

[Intro: Popcaan]
Yeah (Woi yoi)
Killy them (Woi)

[Refrain: Popcaan]
Killy them ready anytime when the pan belly deh-deh
Me a sip some Remy
London badness, that a knife in a face and knife in a belly
Grimy dawgs, grimy (Woi yoi, come on)

[Chorus: J Hus & Popcaan]
I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don't like spittin', I like blood spillin' (Spillin')
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 spittin', I like blood spillin' (Spillin')
Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' (Ye-eah)
So crazy, JD, I was sippin' (True)
[Verse 1: J Hus]
"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
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 back flippin'
Martial arts the way the mash is kickin'
You see how my team's winning?
Come like Nas the way it was written

[Chorus: J Hus & Popcaan]
I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (Spillin')
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 spillin' (Spillin')
Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' (Ye-eah) So crazy, JD, I was sippin' (Woii yoii)
[Verse 2: Popcaan]
Fire me gun, head a burst up
Hammer a kick, but a no World Cup
Claat the four-five, me a no jerk up
p*ssy don't grin, this a no-no circus
Killy them outside, never nervous
Skull hotter than a Thermos, woi
Rapid the ninety pan, clip curve up like the Nike brand
When we shoot, ah no nothing like LeBron
Dark and wild like me grow up a Glendevon
AK a fire-fire rapid and reel
Grip off the 'matic and full you with steel
Been rich long before me album deal
El Chapo, El Gringo, make the Phantom speed
Yeah, me full a OGs
Them ready fi go do the dirty work some brehs (Weh)

[Chorus: J Hus & Popcaan]
I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (Spillin')
Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin' (Wah)
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 spillin' (Spillin')
Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin'
So crazy, JD, I was sippin'
[Bridge: J Hus]
I don't have to kill him, let my killy kill him (Kill him)
I don't like spitting, I like blood spillin' (Spillin')
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 f*ckin' trippin'
Catch an opp with his bitch, he was there kissin'
When he dies, I'll be on his grave pissin'

[Refrain: Popcaan]
Killy them ready anytime when the pan belly deh-deh
Me a sip some Remy
London badness, that a knife in a face and knife in a belly
Grimy dawgs, grimy
Grimy dawgs, grimy