Bezerk Album

Artist(s): Big Sean feat. A$AP Ferg & Hit‐Boy

Cover Art

Big Sean feat. A$AP Ferg & Hit‐Boy Bezerk Cover Art

Tracklist

Bezerk

length: 2:31

Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Whoa, yeah-yeah, whoa
Sean, what up *****?
Yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Lil *****

Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit' me
Put my ***** up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
'Cause I know I'm out here blessed, I got so many reasons on me
Yeah *****s done tried and *****s 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
****ing these hoes 'til they be dying, don't catch a seizure on me
See, Ferg used to move the product in the old school (yeah)
Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news (right)
My psycho *****, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods
****ing these cougars like a young ***** supposed to
I got your ***** up on the mattress while I'm flyin' OT (woo)
I'm sick and tired of all the yapping, little ***** 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 ***** from the D (oh, that's me?)

Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church (woo!)
*****s 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, *****, you gotta go berserk (that's right!)
Kill 'em off one by one, "Final Destination"
**** that medication, I'm sipping cold flu Echinacea (come on)
You done ****ed up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (woo)
They on the search ***** (uh) know your worth ***** (yeah)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse *****s (damn)
HamduAllāh, my finance advisers been through hell
Oh well, psh, we on fire (woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than Maguire, higher (grr)
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Been 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!)

Drop down (whoa) you a freak (whoa)
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 ***** from the D (oh, that's me?)
Now, drop down (down), you a freak (huh)
Bend it over, whoa (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 ***** from NYC (oh, that's me?), yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back-to-back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, *****, you gotta go berserk (that's right!)