Killa Killa - KSI, Aiyana Lee

Baddie run the trap when I’m in these streets

You don’t wanna play, no, no

Got a target on your back standing next to me

(Ayy, hell no, you don’t know who you’re, ah)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye

That’ll make the Devil smile (Woo)

Papi, tell me can you handle my type?

(Ayy)

Balling on my level now (Ah)

'Cause mami’s a killa, killa (Ah, ah)

Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)

So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

(Hell no, you don’t know who you’re fucking with)

Music, punching or the internet?

I kill all of that

Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that

Even when I’m ill I see a vet, I’m an animal

They know I’m eating up the threat like I’m Hannibal (Ayy, ayy, ah)

I got no reason to panic when all the money paid

Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I’m feelin' suede

Money-made, now I can choose the weather on any day (Ah, ah)

Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it everyday

Ooh, know you hiding 'cause you always throwback

Ooh, rolling through the pictures on the Kodak

Ooh, I’m the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)

Wishing but I know you fucking hate me (Ah)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye

That’ll make the Devil smile (Woo)

Papi, tell me can you handle my type?

Balling on my level now (Ayy)

'Cause mami’s a killa, killa

Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)

So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

(Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don’t know who you’re, nah)

You don’t know who you’re fucking with (Nah)

I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)

Turn up into killer mode (Ayy), legacy fiddling

End another man and then I’m leaving him piddling

I’m a beast when I’m on it (Ah)

Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)

I really want it like buffalo needing women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Shreddin' it, disrespect and then I’m deading it (Nah, nah)

Repeating me winning the figure like I’m Benedict (Damn)

Got the money flowing proper like an ATM (Skrrt)

Gotta see me glowing proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)

Taller than the Makkah when I gotta stack it up (Ayy)

Now she sounding like Chewbacca when she back it up (Err)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye

That’ll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)

Papi, tell me can you handle my type?

(Ayy)

Balling on my level now (Ayy)

'Cause mami’s a killa, killa

Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)

So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?

(Yeah, yeah, hell no, you don’t know who you’re fucking with, mmh)

Yeah, uh, uh

No, no