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Going Bezurk Lyrics


Yung Bans Going Bezurk

[Intro]
Sippin' this syrup (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Ayy, takin' these pills to the brain, I'm sippin' that syrup (Let's go)
Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I'm goin' berserk
She cryin', tellin' me she don't wanna work
I told her she can only get what she deserve
Got her singin' ooh
She say the way I move, oh
Got her so confused, woah

[Verse 1]
Ayy, beat it up
Too much sauce, they gon' eat it up, ayy
Smash a nigga ho with a heater (Fire)
Deep in her guts with a nina (Brrt)
Kinda missed this bitch named Nina
But she really ain't shit, I don't need her
She was there for a nigga like FEMA
Pussy wet, Hurricane Katrina
Ayy, yeah, I got a coupe if you wanna ride
The way I look at you, Bonnie to my Clyde
She told me to keep it real, look her in her eye
Hard to tell you how it feel, f..ckin' with my pride

[Pre-Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt
Sippin' syrup (Yeah)
Finally getting burned, burns
Just know we run the turf
f..ck what you heard
Skrrt, sippin' on syrup

[Chorus]
Ayy, takin' these pills to the brain, I'm sippin' that syrup
Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I'm goin' berserk
She cryin', tellin' me she don't wanna work
I told her she can only get what she deserve
Got her singin' ooh
She say the way I move, oh
Got her so confused, woah

[Verse 2]
I'ma smash it 'til it hurt, bitch
Say she want some Perc' dick
Young nigga go berserk
Young nigga go berserk (Let's go)
Two spots, ball like Globetrot'
I probably ain't even there
Killin' the pussy, don't give me the chair
Raf on my body, she know that it's rare
Balmain with zippers, young nigga ball like the Clippers (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
f..ckin' these bitches, I cannot love her, I'm pimping (Woah, woah, woah)
If you give that ho your heart, then you trippin'
'Cause she don't want your love, just want a million
She callin' me heavenly father
I'm with them slatts, snakes on my collar (Slatt)
I'm pullin' up where it's a problem
These niggas pussy, they don't want to solve 'em
I'm pushin' up broad day when they out
The world is ours, don't get devoured
I want the check, respect, power
Got her on lock, it didn't take an hour
Too deep in that pussy, I think I'm drowning

[Chorus]
Ayy, takin' these pills to the brain, I'm sippin' that syrup
Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I'm goin' berserk
She cryin', tellin' me she don't wanna work
I told her she can only get what she deserve
Got her singin' ooh
She say the way I move, oh
Got her so confused, woah


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