Hunxho – Real Estate Lyrics

Real Estate

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"Real Estate." - Hunxho

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 12:57 am

Album: Humble As Ever

Track No: 06

Yeah, huh

Come on, try your luck, you tryna see what robbin' me like
Glocks with thirty stick, the knee-high
GTA, bro go RPI

Be outside, the opps can't even be outside, come see what it be like
They whacked your mans, I don't know how
He died, like, don't even come ask me like
You want smoke 'bout that, he see light
Rest in peace, well, R.I.P., I pee all on his grave
Remember I used to stroll with Al with Dave
Need DK, lil' Chris, and Zay
I can show you how to sell a brick house
Just like real estate, huh, real estate

I don't even like to play, you play, you pray I don't end your fate
'Member I went to jail, I prayed every day I beat that case

Ain't talkin' 'bout cop cars, bro swipe a card, tryna do a chase

I probably get to trippin' on this
Beat just like the mic was laced, damn
Cut the lights out, make it dim
Free my man, like, free Lil Kim
I'm in these streets, these streets, these shells
Hit a blitz in this bitch, M
Gettin' head, nigga, Tim
In my storm shit, no Tim
I go widebody trim
I go widebody M, keep that

Grab that stick, I beat that

My dawg OD on shit, you see that
Murder man, he be that
Dead man, you tryna be that
Dead man, you shout at me at
He had a method just like Redman
I'm talkin' 'bout Redman
He with the dead, walkin' dead with the dead man

I send these bitches through his motherfuckin' headband (Brrt)
I ain't have nothin', shit, I ain't have
Nothin', but these niggas had that shit
I used to paralyze you pussy niggas' back now (Bitch)
I send 'em hella, have you pussy niggas back now

Nigga slidin' Freddy with these grinnin', they be terrorizin' shit
I had a lot to lose, still was out there jeopardizin' shit
When you steppin' on that boy, be sure to put Pampers out this shit
And I can't stand these fuck niggas, gotta be careful where I sit
Young Cho, young president, you know I pop shit
Know where I go, it's on the 'flo, these
Niggas know that's our shit, yeah, yeah

Come on, try your luck, you tryna see what robbin' me like
Glocks with thirty stick, the knee-high
GTA, bro go RPI

Be outside, the opps can't even be outside, come see what it be like
They whacked your mans, I don't know how
He died, like, don't even come ask me like
You want smoke 'bout that, he see light
Rest in peace, well, R.I.P., I pee all on his grave
Remember I used to stroll with Al with Dave
Need DK, lil' Chris, and Zay
I can show you how to sell a brick house
Just like real estate, huh, real estate

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