Artist: Tory Lanez Album: Fargo Fridays (Mixtape) Song: For Real Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Straight facts nigga Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex nigga Fuck wrong with' chu I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from Nevermind haha [Chorus] I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga 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 niggas is with the brick And got a bitch 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 shit, it's so delicate baby I'm so rich I don't sell this shit baby I fuck hoes in Chanel and shit baby From the first night she ain't wanna fuck But I had to finesse to this shit baby And my niggas 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 bitches to pop at the [?] Niggas with the bricks out the boat load 50 deep and they like oh no Fuck it, I do this shit solo nigga [Chorus] I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull up like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga 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 fuck how a nigga feel I'm so real I could fuck a fake bitch Fake ass, fake tits, until that shit is real nigga Whip the exotic on Biscayne We done moved up, shit 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 nigga neck Just to walk around to hear that shit cling (Tell you what, can we hear something from the album) Man let's talk this New Toronto nigga I can say I'm New Toronto nigga Talent for talent you small fry And no I don't do Mc Donalds nigga Niggas see me in the new Givenchy Flexing with my nigga Bleu DaVinci Free my nigga Pete out the pen Pressure coming let this shit begin [Chorus] I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real Pull up like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel New Givenchy gold like I'm sellin' blow Work up out the scale just came off the boat Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga for real Forreal, nigga for real I just flew in Europe with 200 pounds [Verse 3] Pressure My nigga Kellz said nigga give him that pressure Nigga we bringing that pressure Came for the [?] not the lesson All of us came out of depression Just to reunite and flexin One Umbrella fucking Mob nigga Homeless kid, I used to rob niggas Stress had me on deep depression Givin niggas pressure on the job nigga 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 niggas know we Go and get it my nigga, that's pressure Don't give em that pressure, don't give em that pressure Easy Fargo