KSI feat Aiyana-Lee - Killa Killa

[Intro]
Cm
Cm
Battin’ ’round the trap when I’m in the streets
Gm
You don’t wanna play, no, no
Cm
Got a target on your back standin’ next to me (ayy)
Gm
No, you don’t know who you’re… ah!

[Pre-Chorus]
Cm
Backed out with that look in her eye
Gm
That’ll make the Devil smile (Ooh)
Cm
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Gm
Going on my level now (Ah)

[Chorus]
Cm
‘Cause mami’s a killa, killa (Ah, ah)
Gm
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
Cm
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Gm
Hell no, you don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with

[Verse 1]
Cm
Music, punchin’ or the internet, I kill all of that
Gm
Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that
Cm
Even when I’m ill, I see a vet, I’m an animal
Gm
They know I’m eatin’ up the threat like I’m Hannibal (Ayy, ayy)
Cm
I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Gm
Tailor-made, wearin’ Armani now that I’m feelin’ suede
Cm
Money May, now I can choose the weather on any day
Gm
Anyway, king of the drama, killin’ it every day
Cm
Ooh, know you hurtin’ ’cause you always throwback
Gm
Ooh, rollin’ through the pieces on a Kodak
Cm
Ooh, I’m the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)
Gm
Wishin’, but I know you fuckin’ hate me

[Pre-Chorus]
Cm
Backed out with that look in her eye
Gm
That’ll make the Devil smile (Ooh)
Cm
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Gm
Going on my level now

[Chorus]
Cm
‘Cause mami’s a killa, killa
Gm
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
Cm
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type? (ayy, ayy)
Gm
You don’t know who you’re… nah

[Verse 2]
Cm
You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with (Nah)
Gm
I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Cm
Turn up in killer mode (ayy), legacy fiddlin’
Gm
End another man and then I’m leavin’ them piddlin’
Cm
I’m a beast when I’m on it, hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)
Gm
I really want it like buffalo needin’ women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cm
Shreddin’ it, disrespect, and then I’m deadin’ it (Nah, nah)
Gm
Repeatin’ me winnin’ the figure like I’m Benedict (Damn)
Cm
Got the money flowin’ proper like an ATM (Skrrt)
Gm
Gotta see me glowin’ proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)
Cm
Taller than the Makkah when I gotta stack it up (ayy)
Gm
Now she soundin’ like Chewbacca when she back it up (Ah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Cm
Backed out with that look in her eye
Gm
That’ll make the Devil smile (Ooh)
Cm
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Gm
Going on my level now

[Chorus]
Cm
‘Cause mami’s a killa, killa
Gm
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (Bop-bop)
Cm
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type? (yeah, yeah)
Gm
Hell no, you don’t you know who you’re fucking with (Mmh)

[Outro]
Cm Gm Cm Gm