Killa Killa (feat. 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 (skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Ballin' on my level now (ah) 'Cause my man'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 you know who you're fucking with Music, punching, or the internet, I kill all of that 20 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) I got no reason to panic when all the money paid Tailor-made, wearing Armani now that I'm feeling suede Money-made, now I can choose the weather on any day (ah, ah) Anyway, king of the drama, killing it every day Oh, know you hiding 'cause you always throwback Oh, rolling through the pieces on a Kodak Oh, I'm the catch, saving like a goalie (oh) Wishing, but I know you fucking hate me (ah) Bad gyal with that look in her eye That'll make the Devil smile (skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Ballin' on my level now (ay) 'Cause my man'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 you 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 in killer mode (ayy) Legacy fiddling End another man and then I'm leaving them piddling I'm a beast when I'm on it Hotter than your bonnet (jeez) I really want it like buffalo needing women (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Shredding it, disrespect, and then I'm deading it (nah, nah) Repeating me winnin' the a 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 Now she sounding like Chewbacca when she back it up (ah) Bad gyal with that look in her eye That'll make the Devil smile (skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Ballin' on my level now 'Cause my man'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 you know who you're fucking with (mmh) Yeah, uh, uh No, no