SETTLE DOWN lyrics

I hit the turnpike, I got a birdy on me Feel like a Warrior, I got a Curry on me
I hit the turn pipe, got a birdy on me Feel like a Warrior, I got a Curry on me Like momma shark, don't gotta worry on me
Can't f*ck with shorty because I am too picky
Feel like I'm Diddy, the king of my city I f*ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil' b*tch, she saditty
My lil' b*tch from the trenches, I would just stuck on them benches
They gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain't finished
Yeah, free the gang
I'm out here standin' on business
We kill a opp in a New York minute

I'm with your b*tch, shе a smoochie
She nevеr been in a two seat I hit a opp in a koofey Salute me or shoot me
No, we don't f*ck with these goofys (Never)
No, we don't f*ck with these oppers (Never)
No, we don't f*ck with these coppers I got a choppa
Bro beat a body on camera
Fresh out the slammer, told me to pass me my hammer
I'm sellin' Hannah Montana
Come to your house like I'm Santa
Free Kool, he bagged for a horror flick
Boy, we will kill you, don't you go startin' sh*t

I hit the turnpike, got a birdy on me Feel like a Warrior, I got a Curry on me Like momma shark, don't gotta worry on me
Can't f*ck with shorty because I am too picky
Feel like I'm Diddy, the king of my city I f*ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil' b*tch, she saditty
My lil' b*tch from the trenches, I would just stuck on them benches
They gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain't finished
Free the gang
I'm out here standin' on business
We kill a opp in a New York minute
We kill a opp in a New York minute
A b*tch start up wit me, I'ma finish Two things you don't leave, that's a weapon or witness
Lost my bro to the streets ever since it been different
They be saying they wit me, I know they be kidding
Turn they back and I cannot forget it
They could talk all the rap sh*t and talk about killing
But they know who to call when it's time to go drill 'em
Don't be smoking on n***** but my n***** smoking on n***** so now I got smoke wit these n*****
And sh*t don't be funny, so no, I don't joke wit these b*tches who brag about toting for n*****

Use to post on my block till I noticed some n***** was fu
sh*t be sad when you find out the truth
I don't vent to nobody, I talk in the booth Bro got twenty, like f*ck it, he still be home
Soon
sh*t sad, how they switch
If he told, he a b*tch
Got me some bread, now they act like I'm rich, and it be the same ones who ain't neva do sh*t
And they see me go up so they tell me they proud of me
Can't forget all the times n***** doubted me
I'ma turn this sh*t up for the ones looking down on me
And I can't stop, I got people who count on me

I hit the turnpike, got a birdy on me Feel like a Warrior, I got a Curry on me Like momma shark, don't gotta worry on
Me
Can't f*ck with shorty because I am too picky
Feel like I'm Diddy, the king of my city I f*ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil' b*tch, she saditty
My lil' b*tch from the trenches, I would just stuck on them benches
They gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain't finished
Free the gang
I'm out here standin' on business
We kill a opp in a New York minute