[Intro] Straight facts, nigga Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex nigga Fuck wrong wit' chu I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from Nevermind
[Hook] 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 on 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 a four OG strains on my door OG strains on my woe Whipping the 7 to 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 dont 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)
[Hook] 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 on 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 2: Tory Lanez] 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 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 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 Flexing with my nigga Bleu DaVinci Free my nigga Pete out the pen Pressure coming, let this shit begin
[Hook] 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 on 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 3] Pressure My nigga Kellz said give 'em that pressure Nigga, we bringing that pressure Came for the moral, 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 Stressing 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 eighteen market, four o'clock, in Saturday mornings Trying to 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, baking soda Y'all no-whippin' niggas, know we got it going 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, noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
