[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

[Chorus: Tyga]

Don't get it fucked up

Yesterday, 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 old shit

I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"

Now look who's talkin', bitch

Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

Do this shit for my loved ones

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds

[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 shit

Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits

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

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 ho 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, ah!

[Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]

Don't get it fucked up

Yesterday, 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 old shit

I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"

Now look who's talkin', bitch

Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

Do this shit for my loved ones

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Did y'all 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 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 killers

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: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]

Don't get it fucked up

Yesterday, 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 old shit

I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"

Now look who's talkin', bitch

Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

Do this shit for my loved ones

Don't get it fucked up

I do this shit for my—

D-Do this shit for my—

I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds