Ksi Killa Killa Lyrics

[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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*cking with (Mmh)

[Outro: Aiyana-Lee]
Yeah, uh, uh
No, no