Sleaze. - Real Estate (feat. B. Lewie)
Tell my niggas all the time life crazy
A couple niggas switched but
I can't let it phase me
Heart turned cold back when
Niggas tried to play me And
I'm never gone forget it
30 bands on my neck
It's gone get her wit the quickness
Or, I might pull up in the drop
Bad bitches on me
They ain't even got Tops
Let em double team me
When they wanna give top
Every time I up stick
They gone turn it to a mop
We got Bo's we got sauce
It's a one stop shop
Call the other phone
Tell me what you wanna cop
You gone get the dial tone
If you soundin like a cop
Catch a 30 shot
If you siding wit the opps
Give a fuck if you was
Moses everybody gettin shot
Like a a town hall meetin
Everybody gotta watch
Like yo pants on fire
Everybody gotta drop
Everybody gotta roll
Bitch we all paid a toll
If he throwin up the
LLs he can prolly put you on
Yeah nigga I know
That's why you mad
Thought we fell off
My niggas runnin up bag
I just came off the road
Put a hunnit in the stash
My nigga dropped Tesla
Wit the ceiling all glass
Told em it's gone fly off
And my nigga got mad
Swear to God life good
But the shit was just bad
Crying happy tears
While I'm looking at the stash
Sreet credit A1 but
Paid everything cash you heard
We been runnin up bag
You Heard
Yo mans lookin bad
You should put him on
Bitch, so bad
They gone send her home
Flicks, from the crib
Don't got nothin on
But, I'm on the grind
Don't see nothing wrong
Ac on wit the roof off
Swervin through the wild west
When im too sauced
Girl chose and I aint even
Have the jewels on
She just knew a boss
When she saw one
Big bands on me in the coupe
Every time I meet a bitch
They be asking what I do
Real estate yup
I be in and outta state
Making plays gettin cake
Fuckin wit the heavy weights
Got a lot up on my plate
Alot more that I could say
But get up on this dick
You ain't gone listen anyway
Lil bitch
What you kno about makin flips?
Coming to back to the crib
Breakin bread wit the clique
Bustin juggs hittin licks,
You don't know thats why
I don't tell a bitch shit
She gone still suck dick
You ain't know?
This shit really on the flow
Cruising all through the city
With another nigga hoe talking
Houston Atlanta Vegas
I then did it all before sometimes
I be thinking like I been here before I'm too sauced... I'm too sauced
Ac on wit the roof off
Yo mans lookin bad
You should put him on
Bitch, so bad
They gone send her home
Flicks, from the crib
Don't got nothin on
But, I'm on the grind
Don't see nothing wrong
Ac on wit the roof off
Swervin through the wild west
When im too sauced
Girl chose and I aint even
Have the jewels on
She just knew a boss
When she saw one
Written by:
Brandon Lewis, Shaun Covington
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