Killa Killa

[Intro: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] Battin' 'round the trap when I'm in the streets You don't wanna play, no, no Got a target on your back standin' next to me Ayy, hell no, you don't know who you're, ah [Pre-Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] Backed out with that look in her eye That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Going on my level now (Ah) [Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] 'Cause my man's a killa, killa (Ah, ah) Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop) So, papi, tell me can you handle my type? Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with [Verse 1: KSI] Music punchin' 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 eatin' up the threat like I'm Hannibal (Ayy, ayy) I got no reason to panic when all the money paid Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I'm feelin' suede Money May, now I can choose the weather on any day Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day Ooh, know you hurtin' 'cause you always throwback Ooh, rollin' through the pieces on a Kodak Ooh, I'm the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh) Wishin', but I know you fuckin' hate me [Pre-Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] Backed out with that look in her eye That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Going on my level now [Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] 'Cause my man's a killa, killa Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop) So, papi, tell me can you handle my type? Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you're— [Verse 2: KSI] Nah, you don't know who you're fuckin' with (Nah) I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many) Turn up in killer mode (Ayy) Legacy fiddlin' End another man and then I'm leavin' them piddlin' I'm a beast when I'm on it Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez) I really want it like buffalo needin' women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Shreddin' it, disrespect, and then I'm deadin' it (Nah, nah) Repeatin' me winnin' the a figure like I'm Benedict (Damn) Got the money flowin' proper like an ATM (Skrrt) Gotta see me glowin' proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt) Taller than the makkah when I gotta stack it up Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (Ah) [Pre-Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] Backed out with that look in her eye That'll make the Devil smile (Skrrt) Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy) Going on my level now [Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI] 'Cause my man's a killa, killa Shoot like a rilla, rilla So, papi, tell me can you handle my type? Yeah, yeah Hell no, you don't you know who you're fucking with (Mmh) [Outro: Aiyana-Lee] Yeah, uh, uh No, no