Lyrics For Real (feat. Tory Lanez) - Don Son , Tory Lanez

TORY LANEZ
"For Real"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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