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1. Baddie run the trap when I'm in the streets
You don't wanna play, no, no
Got a target on your back standin' next to me
Ayy, I don't know, you don't know, you don't, ah

REF.: Backed out 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 mami's a killa, killa (ah, ah)
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (bop, bop)
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with

2. Used to punchin' on the internet, I can order 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 eatin' up a threat I'm Hannibal (ayy, ayy)
I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
Tailor-made, wear it, I'm on it now I'm feelin' swayed
Money made, know I can choose the weather on any day
Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it every day
Ooh, know you heard it 'cause you always throw back
Ooh, rollin' through the pictures on her Kodak
Ooh, I'm the cat savin' like a goalie (ooh)
Wishin', but I know you fuckin' hate me

REF,:Backed out 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 mami's a killa, killa
Shoot like a rilla, rilla (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 fuckin' with (nah)

3. I know money come and go when I go to this (I know many)
Turn up in a killer mode (ayy)
Ladies, you feelin' it
Had another man and I'm then I'm leavin' them, hiddlin'
I'm a beast when I'm on it
Harder than your bullet (Jeez)
I really want it like Buffalo need the women (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Shreddin' it, disrespectin', then I'm deadin' it (nah, nah)
You're kiddin' me, winnin' with the figure like I'm Benedict (damn)
Got the money flowing proper like a ATM (skrrt)
'Cause they see me glowin' proper with a alien (skrrt, skrrt)
Taller than a mack when I gotta stack it up
Now she soundin' like Chewbacca when she back it up (ah)

REF.: Backed out 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 a rilla, rilla
So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
Yeah, yeah
Hell no, you don't you know who you're fuckin' with

Yeah, uh, uh
No, no

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