Chord Killa Killa by KSI feat Aiyana-Lee

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