Yung Flex - VEXED Lyrics

Bitch, I'm vexed
Pop out with the TECs
Yapping all that shit you not about, give it a rest
Why these niggas pressed
All the fuck shit got me stressed out
Really think he bout it, Imma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest
Choppa make a mess
Better call your set
All them niggas seeing death
I can't even fret
He want smoke, then that's a bet now
Bitch you ain't no threat
So why the fuck you got your chest out
Pop out, it get dangerous
Bitch, I be on that heinous shit
Ain't shit that you could say to this
When I up, better pray I miss
Glock came with a beam
Like fuck you mean
Don't care 'bout aiming shit
I bet it make him scream
When the whole team pull up on hateful shit
Already know you hate this shit
Don't even start complaining bitch
It's gang against the world
If you don't like us, eat our anuses
He start it, Imma finish it
Sparking with extended clips
Might commit a sin and shit
He pull up, Imma end his shit
He ain't really with the shits
He gangsta with the pen and shit
I told him drop the addy
Run up on him, get to spinning shit
Bitch, I'm banging drums like Joey Jordison
Ain't really much more to this
Might fuck around and make a couple hundred
'Cause I'm bored again
If Shini in the venue
Know we bringing the disorder in
We shitting on these niggas
Know it's torturous
Bitch, I'm vexed
Pop out with the TECs
Yapping all that shit you not about, give it a rest
Why these niggas pressed
All the fuck shit got me stressed out
Really think he bout it, Imma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest
Choppa make a mess
Better call your set
All them niggas seeing death
I can't even fret
He want smoke, then that's a bet now
Bitch you ain't no threat
So why the fuck you got your chest out

Bitch, I'm vexed
Pop out with the TECs
Yapping all that shit you not about, give it a rest
Why these niggas pressed
All the fuck shit got me stressed out
Really think he bout it, Imma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest
Choppa make a mess
Better call your set
All them niggas seeing death
I can't even fret
He want smoke, then that's a bet now
Bitch you ain't no threat
So why the fuck you got your chest out
Pop out, it get dangerous
Bitch, I be on that heinous shit
Ain't shit that you could say to this
When I up, better pray I miss
Glock came with a beam
Like fuck you mean
Don't care 'bout aiming shit
I bet it make him scream
When the whole team pull up on hateful shit
Already know you hate this shit
Don't even start complaining bitch
It's gang against the world
If you don't like us, eat our anuses
He start it, Imma finish it
Sparking with extended clips
Might commit a sin and shit
He pull up, Imma end his shit
He ain't really with the shits
He gangsta with the pen and shit
I told him drop the addy
Run up on him, get to spinning shit
Bitch, I'm banging drums like Joey Jordison
Ain't really much more to this
Might fuck around and make a couple hundred
'Cause I'm bored again
If Shini in the venue
Know we bringing the disorder in
We shitting on these niggas
Know it's torturous
Bitch, I'm vexed
Pop out with the TECs
Yapping all that shit you not about, give it a rest
Why these niggas pressed
All the fuck shit got me stressed out
Really think he bout it, Imma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest
Choppa make a mess
Better call your set
All them niggas seeing death
I can't even fret
He want smoke, then that's a bet now
Bitch you ain't no threat
So why the fuck you got your chest out