Killa Killa (feat. Aiyana-Lee)

歌詞

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 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) 'Cause mami'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 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 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 'Cause mami'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- 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) 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 'Cause mami'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) Yeah, uh, uh No, no