Killa Killa KSI (Ft. Aiyana-Lee)

[Intro: Aiyana-Lee & KSI]
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)

[Pre-Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI]
Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (Woo)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Balling on my level now (Ah)

[Chorus: Aiyana-Lee & KSI]
'Cause mami's a killa, killa (Ah, ah)
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
(Hell no, you don't know who you're fucking with)

[Verse 1: KSI]
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 (Ayy, ayy, ah)
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 (Ah, ah)
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 (Ooh)
Wishing but I know you fucking hate me (Ah)