Killy
Killy

J Hus ft. Popcaan - Killy Lyrics

Welcome to the gritty underbelly of London, where J Hus and Popcaan paint a picture as dark and grimy as the streets they hail from. "Killy" is an unapologetic dive into the world of urban warfare, with its constant threats and brutal realities. The lyrics… Read more

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Killy Lyrics

Yeah
Woii yoii
Killy them
Woii

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
Woii yoii

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'
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
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

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'
So crazy, JD, I was sippin'

Fire me gun, head a burst up
Hammer a kick, but ah 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, woii
Rapid the ninety pan, clip curve up
Like the Nike brand
When we shoot, a no nothing like Lebron
Dark and wild, yeah, 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 sumn' brazy (weh)

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'

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 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

Writer(s): Andre Jay Sutherland, Ikeoluwa Oluwatobi Oluwajare Oladigbolu, Levi Lennox, Momodou Lamin Jallow
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Killy?

Welcome to the gritty underbelly of London, where J Hus and Popcaan paint a picture as dark and grimy as the streets they hail from. "Killy" is an unapologetic dive into the world of urban warfare, with its constant threats and brutal realities. The lyrics are a chilling reminder that in this world, it's kill or be killed. The duo doesn't shy away from detailing their violent encounters, but there's also an underlying plea for survival. They're not glorifying violence; they're merely narrating their reality. So buckle up, because this isn't your average pop song - it's a raw and unfiltered ride through life on the edge. #UrbanReality #SurvivalAnthem #GrittyLyrics

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