Settle Down lyrics

by

Baby Smoove


[Intro]
Hmm, right, mhmm, 22, aye
I'm outta town, I got 30 rounds
Aye
(Meech!)
Yeah, we gon box 'em out

[Chorus]
Too much drip on a n*gga, I gotta settle down
Lil baby wanna see me, but I'm outta town
I came here by myself, but I got 30 rounds
It be all fun and games till them choppas out
n*ggas tryna sell the sauce, we gon box 'em out
We get scripts for this sh*t, it is not a drought
I ain't even in my prime, boy, don't hate me now
When you built like a king, they can't break you down

[Verse 1]
My cousin graduated college, he a engineer
I can't engineer sh*t but how to get him here
I sell that sh*t for the streets, just likе Goodyear
I'm rolling up and driving, let my knee steer
Most of you n*ggas crash dummies, man, you n*ggas wеird
Big 7.6s, launch 'em at yo beard
Mix the red and the Wock', boy, this pop serious
These n*ggas rappin bullsh*t, I don't wanna hear it
Can never change for my L's I took the blame
Been knew how to get it, I could never be a lame
I'm tryna be a boss with this rap, I got it made
n*ggas tell me go hard, I done made my own lane
Until I move my momma out, I ain't braggin' on a thing
f*cked up with my b*tch, she don't look at me the same
I just took another Perc, they been helping with the pain
Even when I get rich, I want a box with the thang, n*gga
[Chorus]
Too much drip on a n*gga, I gotta settle down
Lil baby wanna see me, but I'm outta town
I came here by myself, but I got 30 rounds
It be all fun and games till them choppas out
n*ggas tryna sell the sauce, we gon box 'em out
We get scripts for this sh*t, it is not a drought
I ain't even in my prime, boy, don't hate me now
When you built like a king, they can't break you down

[Verse 2]
Too smart to be broke, I got my mind to this sh*t
Told that boy go to the corner with that whining and sh*t
b*tches dancing to me naked, I'm rewinding and sh*t
This b*tch saying I'm full of sh*t like I care about the b*tch
I smoke more than you sell, you penny-pinching out a zip
He told me to slip a line, I ran off with his sh*t
Told Omar that I got him, taking off mighty quick
Told that hoe face her weed cause it was some bullsh*t
b*tches treat me like I'm famous, n*gga, but that's not the plan
My dawg said he want the smoke just like Dirty Dan
When I was walking through that storm, you ain't even hold my hand
Bout to run that sh*t up stack it and do it again
Signed to myself, n*gga, bout to pick up my advance
About to make it with this rap, I'm so tired of doing scams
If you get jammed, don't trust him, he gon tell the whole plan
When I put out this CD, my features going up again, n*gga
[Outro]
Too much-- on a-- I gotta settle down
Lil baby wanna-- but I'm outta town
I came here by myself, but I got 30 rounds
It be all fun and games till my choppa out
n*ggas tryna steal the sauce we gone box 'em out
Aye! It is not a drought
I ain't even in my-- boy, don't hate me now
You can't break me down
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