Berserk Lyrics

No autotune shit, nigga

Real raw

Nine nine, nine nine, nine nine

I spend it reckless, nigga, money always flow to me

Life sum like a movie, cinema, this how it's 'pose to be (This how it's 'pose to be)

Lost my mind and went insane, I feel like Bishop

Shit get wicked

But I did it

Now jus' look at who I chose to be

She made a mess, that shit get icky

I clean up nice, my polo Issey

Lil hoe like "Boy, you know you pretty"

Do right, I spoil her like Diddy

Got my mind right, took some time

My old bitch hit me, said she miss me

I'm sorry baby, I can only like ya once, one wrong move 'n' ya done

Haha

Lotta pent up emotion, bitch I'm letting that shit all out

Want the riches, fuck the clout

Keep that pussy, swing that mouth

Hoe ass nigga, don't be silly

We do biz', don't try no tricks

Dr. Jack, the scientist

Oil and water, out the mix

Young turnt nigga on a mission

Beat the odds, The Lord's my witness

Sleep when I die

I can't decide

Which for the night?

Oh my God

My dawg Swift, he bag it swiftly

Fat Mike blessed, that nigga gifted

Slide wit' Bo, 'n' make heads roll

Whole team on point, jus' like arrows

Bitch, I ain't stressin' on it (Bitch, I ain't stressin' on it)

Shit ain't luck, nigga I'm destined for it (Uhh uhh)

Pull up, black truck, presidential

Commercial, and it's residential

It's confidential

Shit jus' business, run wit' bosses

Diamonds dancing, my wrist flooded, cut my losses (Shit expensive)

Way past redemption like John Marston (I'm tryna listen)

My feet Margiela, they imported (They on ya wishlist)

I'm eurosteppin' shit like Harden (I'm coming different)

This Gucci linen on my collar (On my collar)

Can't sweat no bitch, don't need no problems (Don't need no problems)

SDS my unit, bitch this shit don't stop regardless (Don't stop regardless)

Members only, pussy boy, don't wit' fuck no outsiders

Pullin' all the strings, my doc said I might get arthritis

Dick all in her stomach, now yo' bitch need an alignment

Eyes on me like Makaveli, but you know pressure make diamonds

These racks all in my denim, plenty

No time to argue, bitch I'm jammin'

Knockin' niggas off, I got a list, I feel like Santa

These niggas on alert, when we pull up, ain't talkin' amber

My pocket full of deads, I move wit' ghosts, my troop phantom

Remind me of myself, don't jealous me, my money handsome

Studio my kitchen

This shit honest, truth be told, facts no fiction

Turned my pain to paper, now this money my religion (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah)

Turned my pain to paper, now this money my religion

I beat the odds

The Lord's my witness (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

Sleep when I die

Off this earth

Feel like Guts, jus' went berserk