Real Estate

[Intro: G.T.]
(You recordin', Smerf?)
What up, Webb?
What up, Vito? Ayy
Nigga, ayy
C'mon
Ayy, nigga, yeah

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Lookin' at the Rollie, man, that's perfect timing (Perfect timing)
Speed balling, you can catch me on the 7 flyin'
Made a killin' every day, a nigga wake up grindin' (A nigga wake up grindin')
Could've worked a nine-to-five, but I started supplyin' (For real)
Six-point-two, it sound like it's cryin' (Skrrt)
Rims twenty-four inches with the matchin' lining (Man)
I want a big mansion sittin' by an island
My lil' niggas under twenty-one and they retired (Yeah)
Pull up on the 6, I see Vezz, I see Webb
I see Benz, I see 'Lac, man, we get it in for real
Vezz had the Bentley 'fore we ever had a deal (No cap)
The ice give us chills (Man), the pints comin' sealed, ayy (Yeah), nigga
What they pay where you live, nigga?
I'll have them bitches touch down for the right ticket
I jumped off the porch and got straight in it
Just made me a ten, it took eight minutes

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, sick them niggas thought they was one up, but they was lackin' (Bah)
Emptied a whole hundred out that Drac', that bitch was crackin' (Yeah)
Real drank legend, niggas fakin', bitch, we active (Drank God)
I was sellin' tacky 'fore they turned the glasses into plastic (Skrrt)
Left for Minnesota, went and cashed me a blue Magnum (Facts)
Put that bitch on fours, had it spinnin' on big Davins (Bitch)
R.I.P. my nigga Chello, he got shot up in the alley (Rest in peace)
First young nigga gettin' 'bows sent out from Cali
Made it out the slums, now a nigga livin' lavish (Yeah)
Bitch, I really made it happen, Drank God a living legend (Drank God)
Got this shit on lock from Nebraska back to Akron (What?)
Did two years in the feds, now I'm home and I'm relaxin' (Chillin')
Niggas rappin' 'bout they on the road, them niggas cappin' (Niggas cappin')
Hundred thousand cash, I look like I'm doin' taxes (Hah)
Louis with the Fendi, mix it up, I'm into fashon
Robbin Season 2, bitch, I recorded in a mansion, ugh (Bitch)

[Verse 3: WEBBO]
I took my first fifty when we had our first Act' 'round (Real talk)
Hit my dog with the fetty and make his whole back now (Yeah)
Was shootin' turn-arounds back when 80s repped that shit (Free 80s)
Shoot a thousand to the O, then go crazy on the kit (Go crazy on the kit)
I don't really rap, I'm just tellin' y'all my life (Tellin' y'all my life)
She let me fuck the first night, she can never be my wife (Slut)
Need ninety for them oranges, forty-five for a slice (For a slice)
Heard the blues go for sixty, be in Indy by the night (Nah)
Bustdown Carti on my wrist, in the Benz behind tints (Benz behind tints)
Trap phone goin' H.A.M., supposed to serve my man a six (Serve my man a six)
30K on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a brick (Brick)
Just bought another dopehouse, I'm supposed to bought a crib, uh (Supposed to bought a crib, uh)
Just bought another dopehouse, I'm supposed to bought a crib, uh (Ice)
Just bought another dopehouse, I'm supposed to bought a crib

[Verse 4: Lou Gram]
I can't even lie, we up and all rich (Ghetto Boyz)
Amiris look good when they stuffed with dog shit (Amiris)
Been buyin' cribs, they think I'm sellin' dope (Yeah)
You flash 2K, we lookin' at you like a joke (Fuck on)
I just bought a new AR with the scope (Had to)
Just had to get the watch blue, that's for Loc (Ling)
Above average, I can never maintain (Never)
Before the rap, I had heavy street fame (Big Lou)
Been ballin', I'll never get exhausted (I can never)
Frozen food and shit, that ain't even 'em all yet (Real talk)
Been havin', still havin', what you call that? (Consistent)
We know your real life, we know you all cap (Lou Gram)