Yung Flex - Absolute Chaos Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, yuh
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Bitch I feel like
Sick Nick, moonsault off the top rope
Put a nigga through the glass if he want smoke
Get the f*ck out my ear, what you want hoe
SWAT Team shit, bitch I'm kicking in your front door
Bite the curb, knock your teeth down your damn throat
Take your life with my f*cking bare hands, hoe
Who the f*ck is this, come and get your mans though
'Fore I have to smash a light tube on his damn skull
Bitch I, b-bitch I feel like Kasai Jun
Put a nigga through the table like I'm rap game Sabu, bitch
Bitch I'm, b-bitch I'm Yung Flex, who is you
Boy I thrive off of violence, don't get your ass threw
Bitch I, call the shots, don't get jobbed, bitch I call the spots
Don't get me hot, cause I'll Cactus Jack your f*cking block
You niggas soft, tryna play 'cause I don't f*cking talk
You take advantage 'til your bitch ass get f*cking rocked
Barbed wire to your motherf*cking face, bitch
Don't run your mouth, I'll burn down this whole place, bitch
I really don't give a f*ck what you say
When you see me come through, all you can do is pray, bitch
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, yuh
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Bitch I feel like
Sick Nick, moonsault off the top rope
Put a nigga through the glass if he want smoke
Get the f*ck out my ear, what you want hoe
SWAT Team shit, bitch I'm kicking in your front door
Bite the curb, knock your teeth down your damn throat
Take your life with my f*cking bare hands, hoe
Who the f*ck is this, come and get your mans though
'Fore I have to smash a light tube on his damn skull
Bitch I, b-bitch I feel like Kasai Jun
Put a nigga through the table like I'm rap game Sabu, bitch
Bitch I'm, b-bitch I'm Yung Flex, who is you
Boy I thrive off of violence, don't get your ass threw
Bitch I, call the shots, don't get jobbed, bitch I call the spots
Don't get me hot, cause I'll Cactus Jack your f*cking block
You niggas soft, tryna play 'cause I don't f*cking talk
You take advantage 'til your bitch ass get f*cking rocked