Killy – “Rick Boots” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Canadian hip-hop artist and rapper, Killy premieres the visual for “Rick Boots”, a track co-produced by FREAKEY!, Omar Guetfa & A-Darian. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Killy Rick Boots

Toronto artist KILLY has been one of the most unique and consistent voices from the city in recent years. With his debut track “Killamanjaro,” KILLY proved to be an artist to watch for and with each new project, he has been able to demonstrate his tremendous growth. In just a little while from now, KILLY is coming through with KILLSTREAK 2, and to help hype up the project, he has released a brand new energetic single called “RICK BOOTS.”

If there is one thing KILLY knows how to do, it’s picking good beats and that is exactly what he does on this track. The production gives an energetic vibe that is immediately met by KILLY’s flows that radiate throughout the song. There is a lot of flexing to be done here as KILLY raps about designer shoes, good weed, and anything else that helps him enjoy life.

Killy – Rick Boots (prod. FREAKEY!, Omar Guetfa & A-Darian)

Lyrics

[Intro]
FREAKEY!
I cannot keep these voices out my head (Gang)
I can’t
I cannot keep these voices

[Chorus]
I can’t, yeah, I can’t (What?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (Shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we ride through (Yeah, yeah, yeah), change the weather, shit, KILLY typhoon (What?)
Know they wan’ take out my soul ’cause they tried to (Yoo)
I put lightning on my wrist (Yes) like a Raichu (Yeah)
Think I might just love the bitch, she wanna rage too (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, rager)
Twenty milligram her lip, she smoke haze too (Twenty)
Yeah, our diamonds don’t bite the same, this a sabertooth (Hey, hey)
Yeah, of course I play for keeps, you think I play to lose?
Yeah, I’m rollin’ in the deep, I’m off a 30 too (Two)
Broski told me, “Flood the streets,” I just said, “True” (What?)
Don’t even need check receipts, we scam and swipe too (Hello)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hol’ up), yeah (Yeah)
Get these voices out my head (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I can’t, yeah, I can’t (What?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (Shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

[Verse 2]
Rick boots, size ten (Ricky), they untied too (What?)
If you forgot who I am, I’ll remind you (KILLY, yeah)
Mr. Say My Name Three Times, pop up behind you (Hello)
I can’t lie, sometimes I have to wipe my eyes too (Yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lot (What?) in these Rick pants (Yeah)
And dead presidents (Yeah), runnin’ through my hands (Yeah)
Hope the coupe don’t crash (Crash), hope the high gon’ last (What?)
If they wan’ send shots (Brr), we can grrt right back (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I can’t, yeah, I can’t (What?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (Shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead
I can’t, yeah, I can’t (What?)
Keep these voices out my head
Just tryna see shit through my lens (Shit, what?)
They turnt they back, left me for dead

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