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