Big Estate - Babyface Ray

Really heavy with this shit\nThis ain’t no gimmick (No muh’fuckin' gimmick)\nThis ain’t no paid advertisement\nThis real shit, real street shit, real shit you niggas can’t even touch (Yeah)\nStop playing with my nigga, we coming heavy (Heh)\nI’ll show you some shit you can’t see (For real)\nNew freezer, brand new AP (For real)\nWho turnt? I bet they say me\nWe beat the block like Tay Keith (Beat the block)\nYou woke up broke and talkin' like you gettin' dough, you need to stay sleep\nYou play with bro, it’s fifty on your head 'cause pussies ain’t cheap\nSeventy on my wrist, man, I upgraded, yeah, I hate that laugh\nYou would think my young niggas OVO, they got the Draco laugh (Yeah)\nNiggas screamin', «We outside,» they know where 'Face was at\nA hundred a head for everybody I’m with, ain’t gotta wait in line (Yeah)\nLobster tail, butterfly my steak, you got your weight up, huh? (You know that)\nTen years plus, I been puttin' in work, you on the radar, huh? (You know that)\nTold that bitch, «Can't break my heart, I’m thinkin' 'bout pape' right now»\n(You know that)\nMoney spreaded all over the bed, I don’t know where to lay right now (Ayy)\nAin’t no odd intentions, me and guy, we did them trenches\nGod forbid you run your mouth, you come back out, it’s hollow tips (Yeah)\nThem boys good and out on this\nCharacters, it’s no comparing us\nBought out the island, took my own shit, I’m telling everyone (Everyone)\nLike Nick Cannon, yo' bitch wildin' out, I wouldn’t’ve married her (Nah)\nGot that shit, done knocked down whole squads, I just don’t care enough (Yeah)\nI can tell by niggas raps, you ain’t got no experience\nThe Benz was white with them blue lights and I got red interior\nI got the ballers in rotation, now my style is furious\nKnew they was hoes, the blood was on 'em, caught 'em on they period (I knew)\nYou know this shit get serious\nDon’t go where it ain’t safe\nMy lil' gun a hard hitter, he keep on showin' the tape (Fuck)\nI’m thinkin' big estate, look out the window, see a lake (Yeah)\n6 Mile general, that lil' stretch out to DLA\nHoes FaceTiming, 4 a.m., she wanna see my face (Nah)\nWorked through the grapevine, free my nigga, he did a key a day (Free my nigga)\nI fuck, it’s one and done, you know I’m one of none, don’t trip, baby\nMy pockets full of hun’s, you know that shit ain’t nothin', what’s rent, baby?\n(Yeah)