IRL Interlude
Dom Corleo
GENRE
[Intro]
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
I'ma be honest, I don't fuck wit' people
Got around town wit' some shit that's illegal
I was gon' shoot at your man, he a creepo
My diamonds flash like Deebo
I hit the gas, now we go
Heard he a [?] he a weirdo
I was gon' smoke him up just like a 'Rillo
I'm too, too official
I got these diamonds, they hang from my earring, they vivian
Cut off my side bitch, she wasn't listenin'
I'm fuckin' her face 'cause that hoe ain't listenin'
I'm speakin' real shit, you gotta listen in
They be questionin' me just like they CNN
[?] my life because they wanna see right in
I'm in my glory and they wanna fit right in
Yeah, I know, go, I know
Yeah, okay, yeah
They finna label me like I'm a GOAT or sum'
Wait, hold up, yuh
You know I won't go back and [?]
That shit dead
They think it's a joke till somebody dead
I'm IRL, put that on my head
They know my location like the fuckin' feds
No, I ain't jokin', wait, wait
What was you smokin'?
How the fuck you hate me but you hear the song, player?
Hate but you sing along, player
I swear that I'm too damn raw
Hit a CP3 like I'm John Wall
They had my back up against the wall
But look at me now, I'ma fuckin' ball
I just been ballin' on 'em, I'ma get it in
I just been fuckin' sisters and you know they twins
Kickin' it wit' my killers in the fuckin' land
Know that we shootin' shit but we got the fan
Yeah, I want his head, bring it to me
I won't stop till he dead, listen to me
We won't stop till the dead
We ain't gonna stop till he dead
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
I'ma be honest, I don't fuck wit' people
Got around town wit' some shit that's illegal
I was gon' shoot at your man, he a creepo
My diamonds flash like Deebo
I hit the gas, now we go
Heard he a [?] he a weirdo
I was gon' smoke him up just like a 'Rillo
I'm too, too official
I got these diamonds, they hang from my earring, they vivian
Cut off my side bitch, she wasn't listenin'
I'm fuckin' her face 'cause that hoe ain't listenin'
I'm speakin' real shit, you gotta listen in
They be questionin' me just like they CNN
[?] my life because they wanna see right in
I'm in my glory and they wanna fit right in
Yeah, I know, go, I know
Yeah, okay, yeah
They finna label me like I'm a GOAT or sum'
Wait, hold up, yuh
You know I won't go back and [?]
That shit dead
They think it's a joke till somebody dead
I'm IRL, put that on my head
They know my location like the fuckin' feds
No, I ain't jokin', wait, wait
What was you smokin'?
How the fuck you hate me but you hear the song, player?
Hate but you sing along, player
I swear that I'm too damn raw
Hit a CP3 like I'm John Wall
They had my back up against the wall
But look at me now, I'ma fuckin' ball
I just been ballin' on 'em, I'ma get it in
I just been fuckin' sisters and you know they twins
Kickin' it wit' my killers in the fuckin' land
Know that we shootin' shit but we got the fan
Yeah, I want his head, bring it to me
I won't stop till he dead, listen to me
We won't stop till the dead
We ain't gonna stop till he dead
Yeah, yeah
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