conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called D.G.I.F.U. with the following description: “D.G.I.F.U.” sees Chris and Tyga recruit the number one D-Boy in the game for a threatening braggadocio track littered with interpolations of Dr. Dre’s November 1999 classic, “Forgot About Dre.” The track also contains lyrics from Notorious B.I.G’s March 1997 single, “Notorious Thugs” and is an ode to classic West Coast hip-hop.
  The song’s title is an acronym for “Don’t Get It Fucked Up” and marks the third collaboration between Chris and Pusha—following September 2013’s “Sweet Serenade”—and second collaboration between Tyga and Pusha, following November 2013’s “Wake Up In It.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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