Bezerk lyrics - Big Sean (feat. A$AP Ferg & Hit-Boy)

[A$AP Ferg & {Big Sean}:]

Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)

{Woah}, yeah, yeah

Sean, what up nigga? (Sean, what up nigga?)

Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah

{Lil bitch}

Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit' me

Put my bitch 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 niggas done tried and niggas 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

Fucking these hoes 'til they be dying, don't catch a seizure on me

See, Ferg used to move the product in the whole school (Yeah)

{Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news} (Right)

My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods

{Fucking these cougars like a young nigga s'posed to}

I got your bitch up on the mattress while I'm fly no T (Woo!)

I'm sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga I'm your OG (Woo!)

My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year's Eve (Come on!)

{And she countdown to the D, she be like "5-4-3"}

Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)

Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!)

Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique {So unique}

Back that thing up on my nigga from the D {Oh, that's me?}

[Big Sean & {A$AP Ferg}:]

Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church {Woo!}

Niggas say my name, okay they asked for the worst {Come on!}

Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse {Damn!}

Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk {That's right!}

Kill 'em all one-by-one, "Final Destination"

Fuck that medication, I'm sipping cold flu Echinacea {Come on!}

You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation {Woo!}

They on the search nigga {Uh!} Know your worth nigga {Yeah!}

Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas {Damn}

Hum-du-allah, my finance advisors been through hell

Oh well, pshh, we on fire {Woo, woo!}

Brung her back home more times than McGuire, higher {Grr}

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 hoes leave right before they cook the omelettes {Woo, woo!}

[A$AP Ferg & {Big Sean}:]

Drop down {Woah} You a freak {Woah}

Bend it over (Yeah) Touch your feet {Touch your feet}

Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique {So unique}

Back that thing up on my nigga from the D {Oh, that's me?}

On God!

{Now, drop down (Down), you a freak (Hoo!)}

{Bend it over, woah (Come on!), touch your feet (Touch your feet)

Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (So unique)}

{Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC} (Oh, that's me?)

[Big Sean & {A$AP Ferg}:]

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse

Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk {That's right!}