(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Pusha T)
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these n***as
But I still keep sh**tin' on n***as lowkey
I don't f** with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a n***a profitly
All I do is get money, f**, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' sh**, you barely maintainin', b**h
No, this ain't no [?] sh**
Break a neck on some Busta sh**
[?] sh**
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, b**h, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your sh**
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don't need the a**ist
I'm the best so I keep that sh**
n***a, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullsh** that I've been through
This the drive through and sh** on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it f**ed up
Yesterday I was the freshest n***a in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it f**ed up
n***as talkin' bout oh sh**
I pull up they like oh sh**
Now look whose talkin', b**h
Now look whose talkin', b**h, yeah
Don't get it f**ed up
I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my
Do this sh** for my loved ones
Don't get it f**ed up
I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my
I don't trust n***as, I only trust funds n***a
[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 sh**
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a n***a, but she abuse the dick
I lick the p**y let the air drop
We in a boat, n***a, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it f**ed up
I got a handful of matches, f**in' with a bad b**h
All my n***as is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, n***a, check his anatomy, oh sh**
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho sh**
n***a, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me f**ing yo' b**h
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 sh** now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any n***a that can f** with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Pusha T:]
Did ya'll 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 [?] Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
n***a murda was the case so motherf** the police
Ya'll n***as soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud k**as
We aimin' n***as, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe n***as, you n***as riding four doors
Like Uber n***a, we pilin' all of your who*es
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That sh** you sniff, Taylor Swift
n***as 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 j**els
[Hook]