Settle It lyrics

by

YRN Lingo


n*ggas say we got a problem you know we can settle it
Pull the AK out my jacket like Grand Theft Auto make it look so effortless
Im ahead of this, You scared of this
Gold all around my neck, Young n*gga stay with a check
Maybach with the windows tinted yeah we feel presidential
Feeling real jolly like mr ingles, Crunchin your head like a bag of doritos
Your b*tch running back i call her dingle, Better wash your hands before you touch my pringles
n*ggas always tryna flex about how they getting money, how they f*ckin b*tches
n*gga keep wishing, n*gga keep wishing, that you come up on a ticket
n*ggas never can not mind they business cause they alway tryna poke they nose in it
Im tryna get mill
You watching me eat off my plate, why dont you go grab you a steak
You looking like you finna take, but dont be a idiot think about it for a minute
Think about the consequences that come with it, choppa gonna be louder than your damn city
You wondering why your money missing, she wizin and told her to go get it she bringing back the benjis
You n*ggas soft even when im in your city, cover your ear when im talking about my business
Slaughter your body then hide you in the ceiling, my plug is Australian we kangaroo kick it
n*gga we lavish living, shoot ontop of buildings man im dripping these b*tches
6 rings on me Scottie Pippen, Bass in the trunk yeah you hit the ceiling
Come to my disses i give you feelings, you n*ggas like oranges you get the peeling
You n*ggas like b*tches you get to snitchin
You n*ggas like ballet you get to splittin
You n*ggas like cowards you get to ditchin
You n*ggas like strangers you get to hitching

n*ggas i dont even know coming up to me tryna give me handshakes
n*gga i know that your fraud i can see right through your disguise n*gga you fake
Hold up my n*gga you late, tryna run up on me that was your mistake
One call on the nawfside my n*ggas coming deeper than a police bait
My n*gga zevens pulling on skates, woody he pullin up finna take
Jalen he take out the AK and he finna spray all over the damn place
Please little b*tch get the f*ck out my face, go talk to your boyfriend he done know what to say
n*gga im only 17 rocking gold, all these expensive clothes
On the road doing shows f*cking bad bad hoes kick them out the do'
Everyone did it before, you know how that sh*t go, Giuseppe steppin my toe
n*gga we can get to cracking like teenage mutant ninja turtle we can get to hurt em
n*gga you know that i gotta desert them, did i do that like my name is Steve Urkel
Money so old like some dinosaur bones, green light n*gga so you know they on go
A.P. on my wrist you know that it froze, neck is dripping wet so you know that its cold
If a n*gga talking recklace, dont hesitate to pull the trigger
(Rule number one)
Dont be scared to cut a n*gga off if he act bad and bigger
(Rule number two)
Dont be acting like these scary n*ggas out here nowadays
(Rule number three)
And dont ever hate on nobody cause you gonna be paid
(Rule number four)
n*gga if you didn't get laid off the forums n*gga i dont know what you did wrong
Keep on making money my n*gga that lucky b*tch just might show you her thong

Keep on making money n*gga you on(x2)
She show you her thong
Make sure you by the phone, Smash her one time then you gone
Then she got introduced to switcharoo
Passed her to my dog, She didn't know what to do
She look me in the eye, And then called me baby
I just cleaned my teeth, And I left the damn room
I can't get caught in that monkey bafoonaree
But it ain't new to me, And it ain't suitin me
n*gga you thought that You newer than me
I just keep on gettin money, Stay true to me
Little bihh you thought that You could get a band
You gone have to take it out my damn hand
Selfish attitude, I cannot stand
n*gga you know im coolin like a fan
And no talk or discussion about that little b*tch im the man
Thats a masterplan coming from my barehands you gotta understand
Gotta undersand where im coming from, My vision im painting is vivid
Flashing like gold diamonds shining in the dark, My n*gga get the picture
Swervin' in the damn Fisker, n*gga think that its a rental
Always carry me a pistol
Just in case a n*gga wanna pop off at the mouth
We can solve your f*ckin issue
LINGOO GOT THE BINGOO, PUT A n*ggA IN A CHOKEHOLD
Hold up dont f*ck up my cash flow, Know that we j*rkin them bodies though
Buss down the door with the karate chop, Know that this money never gonna stop
Gonna climb my way up to the top, They fall down like lebron, you know they gone flop
n*gga you know me, im ready to pop, Passing your b*tch like my name was John Stock
Never sold the rush, new calculator in my head like f*ckin' professional
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