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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Popcaan
Popcaan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Songwriter
TSB
TSB
Songwriter
Andrae Sutherland
Andrae Sutherland
Songwriter
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Producer
TSB
TSB
Producer
Maestro The Baker
Maestro The Baker
Additional Producer
Leandro "Dro" Hidalgo
Leandro "Dro" Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Momodou Lamin Jallow, Levi Lennox, Ikeoluwa Oluwatobi Oluwajare Oladigbolu, Andre Jay Sutherland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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