REAL DILLA

Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah

I'm with it, yeah, I spin this shit, I'm a real drilla

Make her a mimosa, lil' boy, I'm with your love

Yeah, I'm in the kitchen, whip it, flip it today-today

If I ain't credited for this shit, I don't even exist

They was praying for the downfall, want me in the mist

Such a shame, I'm deep in the cut, bitch, I'm in the mix

Yeah, I'm with it, yeah, I spin this shit, I'm a real drilla

That boy in the room snitchin', he a real spilla

(Real drilla)

Huh, huh, yeah, I'm the real dilla

Niggas still giving me glaze with the fuckin' filling

Start counting your days, shit is getting realer

Boy, stop playin' them games, you gon' start to feel off

Huh, the fuck? Why they tryna say I—? Ooh (Say—Ooh)

Huh, why they tr—? Why thеy tryna say I fell off?

Why they tryna put my name in a bad light?

Why you cook thе food lame? That's a bad bite

If you do bad things, you're a bad guy

If you're doin' rad things, then your path right

If you need the ting fixed, go to Best Buy

Bought that bitch a ring, it wasn't my best buy

She think I'm nice, she think she got the best guy

If I pull up in suit, bitch, I wear the best tie

Bitches in pursuit to being on my best side

If you drink, boy, we gon' have the best night

Huh, huh, yeah

I'm with it, yeah, I spin this shit, I'm a real drilla

Took her ass to Milan (I'm a real spilla)

Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah

I'm with it, yeah, I spin this shit, I'm a real drilla

Fat as fuck, I rep donuts like I'm J-Dilla

(I'm a real drilla)