Killy

[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

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 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 fuckin' 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