Artist: Tyga & Chris Brown f/ Pusha T Album: Fan of a Fan: The Album Song: D.G.I.F.U. Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyga] AHH~! Y'all know me, still the same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these niggas but I still keep shittin' on niggas low-key I don't, fuck with you to the third degree, I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitably, all I do is get money, fuck and sleep (I should run for mayor) Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch No, this ain't no "let's say regular degular shit" (+Woo-Hah!+) break a neck on some Busta shit Souls of Mischief, aww shit, I be on 'til infinity Don't predict bitch, what I'm gonna 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 so I keep sayin' that shit Nigga, you should too, if you knew what this game'll do to you Look at bullshit that I've been through, this the drive through and shit on you [Chorus: Tyga] Don't get it fucked up - yesterday I 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 oh shit, I pull up they like "Oh shit" Now look whose talkin' bitch - now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah Don't get it fucked up, I do this shit for my Do-do this shit for my, do this shit for my loved ones Don't get it fucked up, I do this shit for my Do-do this shit for my - I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga [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 tips 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, the 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 (hoe 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 Hah~! [Chorus] [Pusha T] Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze? Hoe please Better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to throw P's? Who you think taught you to wrap ki's, 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 killas, 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]