For Real

[Intro]

Straight facts, nigga

Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex, nigga

Fuck wrong with you?

I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from

Never mind

[Chorus]

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real (Skrrt)

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up on the scale, just came off the boat

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

[Verse 1]

Look, I drop bands on the low

I got bands on them hoes

I drop ten on a four

OG strains on my door

OG strains on my woe

Whippin' the 7 to get it poppin'

All of my niggas is with the brick

And got a bitch on the batter like Betty Crocker

Whippin' the 7 and baby

And I'm fly like a pelican, baby

And I'm pourin' the O in da 4

And I'm sippin' 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 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 popout the whole load

Niggas with bricks out the boatload

50 deep and they like, oh no

Fuck it, I do this shit solo nigga, oh my

[Chorus]

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real (Skrrt)

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up on the scale, just came off the boat

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

[Verse 2]

I got fours on top

I put fours on five

Whippin' the O's on top

Dippin' the sauce 'til I drop

Dippin' the 4 'til I whip a pill

I give a fuck 'bout how niggas feel

I'm so real, I could fuck a fake bitch

Fake ass, fake tits 'til 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

Goin' 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 clank

(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album)

Man, lets talk this New Toronto nigga

I can say I'm New Toronto, nigga

Talent for talent, you small fry

No, I don't do McDonald's, nigga

Niggas see me in the new Givenchy

Flexin' with my nigga Bleu DaVinci

Free my nigga Speedy out the pen

Pressure comin', let this shit begin

[Chorus]

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real (Skrrt)

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up on the scale, just came off the boat

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

For real, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

[Verse 3]

Pressure, my nigga Kellz said give 'em that pressure

Nigga, we bringin' that pressure

Came for the moral, not the lesson

All of us came out depression

Just to reunite and flex it

One Umbrella fuckin' Mob, nigga

Homeless kid, I used to rob niggas

Stressin' had me in a deep depression

Givin' niggas pressure, on the job nigga

I would sell that dope to anybody

Anybody tried to ball with ya

Times were 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 the 18 market, 4 o'clock, in Saturday mornings

Tryna split the dimes with ya, Lord

Whippin' the soda, you know that I'm gone

Just give 'em that pressure, just give 'em that pressure

Whippin' the soda inside of the kitchen, bakin' soda

Y'all no-whippin' niggas, know we got it goin'

Get it my nigga, that's pressure

[Outro]

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure

They want that pressure, know they want that pressure

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure, easy Fargo

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure, no