REAL DILLA lyrics

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I'm with it, yeah, I spin this sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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, b*tch, I'm in the mix
Yeah, I'm with it, yeah, I spin this sh*t, 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
n*ggas still giving me glaze with the f*ckin' filling
Start counting your days, sh*t is getting realer
Boy, stop playin' them games, you gon' start to feel off
Huh, the f*ck? 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 b*tch 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, b*tch, I wear the best tie
b*tches 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t, I'm a real drilla
Fat as f*ck, I rep donuts like I'm J-Dilla
(I'm a real drilla)