Big Sean feat. A$AP Ferg & Hit-Boy – Bezerk

Lyrics “Bezerk” / Big Sean feat. A$AP Ferg & Hit-Boy

Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me
Put my b**ch up on designer, got Balenci’ on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
‘Cause I know my head blessed, got so many reasons on me

Yeah n**gas done tried and n**gas done died
Too many believers around me
Yeah I know my enemies meeting up
Double teaming on me
Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me
F**king these h*es ’til they be dying, don’t catch a seizure on me

See, Ferg used to move the product in the whole school
Thumbing through paper from last year but it’s not old news
My psycho b**ch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods
F**king these cougars like a young n**ga s’posed to
I got your b**ch up on the mattress while I’m fly no T
I’m sick and tired of all the yapping, little n**ga I’m your OG
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve
And she countdown to the D, she be like 5-4-3

Now drop down, you a freak
Bend it over, touch your feet
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique
Back that thing up on my n**ga from the D
Oh, that’s me

Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church
N**gas say my name, okay they asked for the worst
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, b**ch, you gotta go berserk
Kill ’em all, .. find no destination
F**k that medication, I’m sipping cold flu Echinacea
You done f**ked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation
They on the search n**ga, know your worth n**ga
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse n**gas

Hum-du-allah, my finance advisors been through hell
Oh well we on fire
Brung her back home more times than McGuire, higher
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets
I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts
And make them h*es leave right before they cook the omelettes

Drop down, you a freak
Bend it over, touch your feet
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique
Back that thing up on my n**ga from the D
Oh, that’s me
On God
Now, drop down, you a freak
Bend it over, woah, touch your feet
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique
Then throw it back on my n**ga from NYC
Oh, that’s me

Yeah, yeah
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, b**ch, you gotta go berserk…

➤ Written by Hit-Boy, A$AP Ferg & Big Sean
Album: DON LIFE
Produced by Hit-Boy & A$AP Ferg
Big Sean | A$AP Ferg | Hit-Boy | 2019

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