Pusha T - D.G.I.F.U. lyrics

ft. Pusha T [Verse 1: Tyga] Ya’ll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these n*ggas But I still keep sh**tin’ on n*ggas lowkey I don’t f*ck with you to the third degree I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three Schemin’ on the low, tryna make a n*gga profitly All I do is get money, f*ck, and sleep I should run for mayor Been runnin’ sh**, you barely maintainin’, b*tch No, this ain’t no (?) sh** Break a neck on some Busta sh** (?) sh** I be on til infinity Don’t predict, b*tch, 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*gga, 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*cked up Yesterday was the freshest n*gga in America I swear to God I ain’t lyin’, bruh, I ain’t lyin’ bruh In America Don’t get it f*cked up n*ggas talkin’ bout oh sh** I pull up like oh sh** Now look whose talkin’, b*tch Now look whose talkin’, b*tch, yeah Don’t get it f*cked 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*cked up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my I don’t trust n*ggas, I only trust funds n*gga [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*gga, but she abuse the dick I let the p**y let the air drop We in a boat, n*gga, right off the coast European or Caribbean, I’m sweatin’ on hair dye So don’t get it f*cked up I got a handful of matches, f*ckin’ with a bad b*tch All my n*ggas is savages, better loc up Damn ,it’s a tragedy, all of these casualties Metal through his body, n*gga, check his anatomy, oh sh** Why you pillow talkin’? That’s ho sh** n*gga, you a geek, still talkin’ ’bout me f*cking yo’ b*tch 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*gga that can f*ck 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*gga murda was the case so motherf*ck the police Ya’ll n*ggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes Ya’ll part skies, ya’ll cloud k**as We aimin’ n*ggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid We coupe n*ggas, you n*ggas riding four doors Like Uber n*gga, 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*ggas 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