J Hus – Bim Bim Lyrics

“Bim Bim” is the seventeenth cut from J Hus’ third studio album. The original snippet was shared in October 2020 on Hus’ Instagram, later being confirmed on June 29th with the tracklist release. The instrumental was also the backing track of the Beautiful and Brutal Yard album trailer where Hus transitions from his mansion back to the estate in Stratford, East London.

Bim Bim Lyrics by J Hus

[Chorus]
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe

[Verse 1]
I let the bonsam lick ya
He weren’t the same when I saw him again, he’s a real shapeshifter
Used to pray facing qibla
I just chill in my sector, you know I’m Hannibal Lecter
Put that boy in his Pampers, us man, we’re not rampers
Post outside, we’re campers, come to your uni campus
Splash him, John the Baptist, I don’t need no accomplice
Maybe only a driver, turn that man to a diver
That day, it was raining, put on the windscreen wiper
Us man dumped on him last time, this onе’s just a reminder
You think I’m only a rhymer? Say no morе, that’s minor
I go drill him like a miner
I know one gal that’ll eat me up like black widow spider
She using bare saliva
I let the blazer fry him
That day, the sun was out, had the neighbours spying
I wanna bang the iron, let them know who I am

[Chorus]
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe

[Verse 2]
Creepin’ on that sucker, please don’t blow my cover (Bim, bim)
He don’t know me proper, he don’t know me enough
I’ve been calling your bluff
I swear you’re pissing me off (Bim, bim)
If I start rinsing it off, all them man get washed
Watch his life get lost, duppy is a must (Bim, bim)
Bonsam must get bust, had them kicking dust
Kicking rocks (Bim, bim), put them in a box (Bim, bim)
We pull up in a truck (Bim, bim), splash them and pronto (Bim, bim, big Mbembe)
Don’t make me lose control
I ain’t come to speak, I never come to have a convo
Save it for the next life
Dump on him like a ex-wife
Aiming with my right eye
Close up my left eye then hold up my head high (Mmm)
Make him sleep for eternity, turn him all burgundy
My bredrin is worse than me
Send him a message, but I ain’t talkin’ verbally
You see my work ethic?
I should really make you work for me, jump out, clap it
Send the fire rapid, let them all have it
You ain’t poppin’ in these streets, you’re mediocre, average
Nigga, we ain’t the same cloth, different fabric
You’re fraudulent, plastic
Lying with a mash stick, they know me as a captain
Now I’m just relaxing
But if I go there, I swear I’ll have them all collapsing
Volcano eruption
Give him concussion, ain’t no discussion
If I miss, then I’m cussing
Without blood, I can’t function
[Chorus]
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe
Bim, bim, bim, big Mbembe