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Kill Grips
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kill Grips was released on June 12, 2026 by Levi Gidley Entertainment as a part of the album Kill Grips - Single
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelLevi Gidley Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GRYPS
GRYPS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GRYPS
GRYPS
Songwriter
Harrison Griffin Burns
Harrison Griffin Burns
Composer
Webster
Webster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GRYPS
GRYPS
Producer
Webster
Webster
Producer

Lyrics

Yuh, yuh (Kill GRYPS, Kill GRYPS)
Pop (Pop)
Pop this oxy, got me thinking about mama
Filling up my brain with all of the trauma
Geeking up to get me out of this body
Jumping out a lil' hoe, I'm Osama
All the thoughts I'm trying to silence, I'm on it
Thinking about the medication I was sliming
Thinking about the pills I stole from my mama
"You knew I needed them!"
"I was needing them too."
Feel-Feeling all my teeth, they bleed in the booth
Coup-Couple screws I got, they wiggling loose
Now I started sipping, I was sipping the Screw
Thinking about all the pain I inflict like I'm sorry mama
Yeah, I know I'm a bitch
Sorry mama, you know my name LiL GRYPS
GRYPS ain't shit, he a societal cyst and he paranoid
He got the fye in the crib
Paranoid, I've got this fye in my lap
De-Delusional, yeah, he delusional trash
Living up in Temple, know where I'm at
I'm living inside of my temples, I'm mad
Promises I make, I'm making a pact and I'm taking it
I'm breaking it like it's glass
Speeding on the highway, twelve on my ass (Ra-Ra)
Racing past trying to erase all of my past
Everything GRYPS he be saying, it's sad
That motherfucker don't even know how to be happy
Yeah, that motherfucker probably just lying, he capping
Motherfucker probably would die off a flat
Yeah, he never did drugs
He just lie when he rap
Everyday, I wish this shit wasn't true because everyday I think about getting booted (Ev-Ev-)
Everyday I think about getting truly wasted of the Maker's Mark and them TRULY's
Yeah bitch, everyday I think about getting stupid
Hoe I'm taking everything, I might take a roofie
Wanna get so high, I fucking punch through the roof
Everyday, I'm trying to get a little loose like my screws
Everyday, I think I'm thinking too much
Thinking about the times I used to just cut
Think-Think-Thinking about the times
I don't give a fuck
I was thinking about if there's a god up above
Think-Thinking about if there's a life after this
This ain't a song about GRYPS, this a motherfucking diss
Walk around town with a blower and a blick
Some days, I was thinking about blowing my shit
At 19, diagnosed with Bipolar, I'm skitz
Yeah, come fuck with me bro
This as real as it gets
I don't even talk to Satan or God
I'm just thinking about what's the point of it all
I just cut off all my friends cause I don't fuck with them at all but they still fuck with me
Something up with me wrong
Slenderman notes, seeing writings on my walls
I ain't taking none of my meds cause they make me feel normal
Monotonous days making me more insane
Feeling like someone's grabbing up and squeezing on my brain
I'ma take this M-box so I don't feel pain
I'ma look up at my ceiling, it's a brand new stain
Yeah GRYPS, he a pussy, ain't no dog in the paint
Only talk about music and how he in pain
"Like, motherfucker we ain't tryna hear none of that!"
Pop 100 flats, now I'm lying on my back then I pop 100 more cause I wasn't feeling that
Put 100 shots to my cranium
I'm saying it's a fact
Pop this oxy, got me thinking about mama
Filling up my brain with all of the trauma (Geek-geek-geek)
Geeking up to get me out of this body
Jumping out a lil' hoe, I'm Osama
All the thoughts I'm trying to silence, I'm on it
Thinking about the medication I was sliming
Thinking about the pills I stole from my mama
"You knew I needed them!"
"I was needing them too."
Feeling all my teeth, they bleed in the booth
Couple screws I got, they wiggling loose
Now I started sipping, I was sipping the Screw
Thinking about all the pain I inflict
I'm sorry mama
Yeah, you know I'm a bitch
Sorry mama, you know my name LiL GRYPS
GRYPS ain't shit, he a societal cyst
He paranoid, he got the fye in the crib
Pa-Pa-Paranoid, I've got this fye in my lap
Delusional, yeah, he delusional trash
Living up in Temple, know where I'm at
I'm living inside of my temples, I'm mad
Promises I make, I'm making a pact and I'm taking it
I'm breaking it like it's glass
Speeding on the highway, twelve on my ass
Ra-Racing past trying to erase all of my past
Everything GRYPS he be saying, it's sad
That motherfucker don't even know how to be happy
Yeah, that motherfucker probably just lying, he cap
Mo-Motherfucker probably would die off a flat
Yeah, he never did drugs
He just lie when he rap
Everyday, I wish this shit wasn't true because everyday I think about getting booted
Everyday, I think about getting tru-tru-tru
Wait...
Written by: GRYPS, Harrison Griffin Burns, Nate Webster
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