D.G.I.F.U.

[Verse 1: Tyga] Ha! Y'all know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these niggas But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey (I don't) Fuck with you to the third degree I keep it G, damn, G, you owe a three Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep I should run for mayor Been runnin' shit, you barely maintainin', bitch No, this ain't no, let's say, regular degular shit (Woo-ha, woo-ha) Break a neck on some Busta shit Souls of Mischief (A-Aw shit, aw shit) I be on 'til infinity ('Finity) Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gon' do 'Cause chances are I've outdone you And most of my so-called enemies Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Ball so hard, I don't need the assist I'm the best, I keep sayin' that shit Nigga, you should too If you knew what this game'll do to you Look at bullshit that I been through Just to drive through and shit on you [Chorus: Tyga] Don't get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh In America Don't get it fucked up Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit" Now look who's talkin', bitch Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips This extended clip will make Buddha shit Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick I lick the pussy, let it air dry We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast European or Caribbean I'm sweatin' out my hair dye So don't get it fucked up I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch All my niggas is savages, better loc up Damn, it's a tragedy, all of these casualties Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh, shit Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fuckin' yo' bitch I can't lie, can't lie I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now Wanna be like Mike when I die Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us I'ma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts, ah! [Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown] Don't get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh In America Don't get it fucked up Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit" Now look who's talkin', bitch Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds [Verse 3: Pusha T] Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze? Ho, please Better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to throw P's? Who you think taught you to rap keys? Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLP's Like Snoop D-O-double G Nigga, murder was the case, so motherfuck the police Y'all niggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes Y'all part skies, y'all cloud killers We aimin' niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin' four doors Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores On the canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift Niggas talk, yet it remains a myth I never seen it, they only dream it They rap about it, do interviews With they toy cars and they little jewels [Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown] Don't get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh In America Don't get it fucked up Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit" Now look who's talkin', bitch Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds