Bezerk
[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Woah, yeah, yeah
Sean, what up nigga? (Sean, what up nigga?)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah
Lil’ b**ch
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
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 I’m out here 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
f**king 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 b**ch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods
f**king these cougars like a young nigga s’posed to
I got your b**ch 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”
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)
[Verse 2: Big Sean & A$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$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse (Damn!)
Hit-Boy on the beat so, b**ch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)
Kill ’em all one-by-one, “Final Destination”
f**k that medication, I’m sipping cold flu Echinacea (Come on!)
You done f**ked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (Woo!)
They on the search nigga (Uh!) Know your worth nigga (Yeah!)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (Damn)
Alḥamdulillāh, my finance advisors been through hell
Oh well, pshh, we on fire (Woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than Maguire, higher (Grr)
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets
I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts
And make them hoes leave right before they cook the omelets (Woo, woo!)
[Chorus: A$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?)
[Outro: 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, b**ch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)
