Killy Songtext
von J Hus

Yeah (woi yoi)
Killy them (woi)

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)

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′


"Yo, my nigga, how you livin′?"
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 rinsin'
Cock it back ′til you hear it clickin'
Enter the party, I bring the clique in
Had him leakin', I had him drippin′

Smoke Jamba, I′m never sniffin'
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 winnin′?
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 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' (woii yoii)


Fire me gun, head a burst up
Hammer a kick, but a no World Cup
Claat the four-five, me a no jerk up
Pussy 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 nothin' 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 Grin′o, make the phantom speed
Yeah, me full a OGs
Them ready fi go do the dirty work some brehs

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′ (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 spittin′, I like blood spillin' (spillin′)
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 spittin', I like blood spillin′ (spillin′)
Insha'Allah we catch a nigga slippin′
So crazy, JD, I was sippin'
Grab a couple spinners, all my niggas chip in
I nearly bun my nigga, I was fuckin′ trippin'
Catch an opp with his bitch, they was there kissin′
When he dies, I'll be on his grave pissin'

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