D.G.I.F.U. Chris Brown & Tyga (Ft. Pusha T)

[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