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