Lee

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)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin′ on my level now (ah)

′Cause my man'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 you know who you're fucking with

Music, punching, or the internet, I kill all of that
20 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)

I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Tailor-made, wearing Armani now that I'm feeling suede
Money-made, now I can choose the weather on any day (ah, ah)
Anyway, king of the drama, killing it every day

Oh, know you hiding ′cause you always throwback
Oh, rolling through the pieces on a Kodak
Oh, I′m the catch, saving like a goalie (oh)
Wishing, but I know you fucking hate me (ah)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin′ on my level now (ay)

'Cause my man′s a killa, killa
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (bop, bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don't you know who you′re

Nah, you don't know who you're fucking with (nah)
I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Turn up in killer mode (ayy)
Legacy fiddling
End another man and then I′m leaving them piddling

I′m a beast when I'm on it
Hotter than your bonnet (jeez)
I really want it like buffalo needing women (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Shredding it, disrespect, and then I′m deading it (nah, nah)
Repeating me winnin' the a figure like I′m Benedict (damn)

Got the money flowing proper like an ATM (skrrt)
Gotta see me glowing proper with that alien (skrrt, skrrt)
Taller than the Makkah when I gotta stack it up
Now she sounding like Chewbacca when she back it up (ah)

Bad gyal with that look in her eye
That'll make the Devil smile (skrrt)
Papi, tell me can you handle my type? (Ayy)
Ballin′ on my level now

'Cause my man's a killa, killa
Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (bop, bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Yeah, yeah
Hell, no, you don′t you know who you′re fucking with (mmh)

Yeah, uh, uh
No, no