KSI, Aiyana-Lee - Killa Killa lyrics

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
Papi,  tell me can you handle my type?
Balling on my level now

'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla
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
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
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
Wishing but I know you fucking hate me

Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile
Papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Balling on my level now

'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla
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
I know many come and go when I go to this
(I know many)
Turn up into killer mode, legacy fiddling
End another man and then
I'm leaving him piddling
I'm a beast when I'm on it
Hotter than your bonnet
I really want it like buffalo needing women
Shreddin' it
Disrespect and then I'm deading it
Repeating me winning the figure
Like I'm Benedict
Got the money flowing proper like an ATM
Gotta see me glowing proper with that alien
Taller than the Makkah when I
Gotta stack it up
Now she sounding like Chewbacca when
She back it up

Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile
Papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Balling on my level now

'Cause mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla
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