Tyga - D.G.I.F.U. lyrics

(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]