Tory Lanez - For Real lyrics

[Intro:] Straight facts n***a Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex n***a f** wrong with' chu I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from Nevermind haha [Hook:] I pull up in foreigns like this sh** for real Pull out like Jeff Gordon, f** how n***as feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds [Verse 1 - Tory Lanez:] Look I drop bands on the low I got bands on them hoes I drop ten on the foe OG strands on my door OG strands on my woe Whipping the 7 and get it popping All of my n***as is with the brick And got a b**h on the batter like Betty Crocker Whipping the 7 and baby And I'm fly like a pelican baby And I'm pouring the O in da 4 And I'm sipping this sh**, it's so delicate baby I'm so rich I don't sell this sh** baby I f** hoes in Chanel and sh** baby From the first night she ain't wanna f** But I had to finesse to this sh** baby And my n***as gon get to the decimal I lay back and then wait like a criminal Come direct, we don't need the subliminal Got some Florida shooters, they some Seminoles I got b**hes to pop at the [?] n***as with the bricks out the boat load 50 deep and they like oh no f** it, I do this sh** solo n***a [Hook:] I pull up in foreigns like this sh** for real Pull up like Jeff Gordon, f** how n***as feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real I just flew in Europe with 200 pounds [Verse 2 - Tory Lanez:] I got fours on top I put fours on five Whippin the [?] on top Dippin the sauce til I drop I could give a f** how a n***a feel I'm so real I could f** a fake b**h Fake a**, fake tits, until that sh** is real n***a Whip the exotic on Biscayne We done moved up, sh** changed 550 when I switch lanes 950 for some ripped jeans Going dirty but my dick clean Gun dirty but the whip clean 20 thousand on a n***a neck Just to walk around to hear that sh** cling (Tell you what, can we hear something from the album) Man let's talk this New Toronto n***a I can say I'm New Toronto n***a Talent for talent you small fry And no I don't do Mc Donalds n***a n***as see me in the new Givenchy Flexing with my n***a Bleu DaVinci Free my n***a Pete out the pen Pressure coming let this sh** begin [Hook:] I pull up in foreigns like this sh** for real Pull up like Jeff Gordon, f** how n***as feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real Forreal, n***a for real I just flew in Europe with 200 pounds [Verse 3:] Pressure My n***a Kellz said n***a give him that pressure n***a we bringing that pressure Came for the [?] not the lesson All of us came out of depression Just to reunite and flexin One Umbrella f**ing Mob n***a Homeless kid, I used to rob n***as Stress had me on deep depression Givin n***as pressure on the job n***a I was sellin dope to anybody Anybody tried to ball with ya Times was so hard on the boulevard You needed someone to grind with ya But it was no one to grind with ya No one's life was on the line with ya No one was with ya at [?] market four o'clock in the morning Splittin the dimes with ya Whippin the soda and you know that I'm gone Just give em that pressure, just give em that pressure Whippin the soda inside the kitchen, baking soda Whippin n***as know we Go and get it my n***a, that's pressure Don't give em that pressure, don't give em that pressure Easy Fargo