Icewear Vezzo - Real Estate Lyrics

(You recordin', Smerf?) what up, Webb?
What up, Vito? Ayy nigga, ayy
C'mon ayy, nigga, yeah

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

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)
RIP 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)

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 f*ck 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' HAM
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

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
(F*ck 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)