ARRANGEMENTS ft. OTW Lyrics

I put them on why they're still hatin' I see that lil' boy and I stain him

Run down his block, get to painting,

Innocent, causin' that mayhem, Don't fuck with me, cause I'm dangerous

Catch his ass lacking and I spray him

Walking' around with the stainless

I'm here for the pussy she brainless

She say that I'm fly like a cranes is

I'm a beast in this bitch ain't no tamin

I tell the lil' hoe ain't no changin'

She wanna fuck, make an arrangement

She on her knees, but she ain't prayin'

Light him up, yeah, the chop get to flamin

Spark him up, yeah, the 40 is blazin'

Money came in, it's amazing

Choppa on me, it's rampaging'

Take his bitch out on vacation

Huh, yeah, yeah

She fuck with me, she not fuckin' with you

Load up the clip and I dump it at you

Drum like a band, got a trumpet or two

bro count a band and I'm thumbing it two

Diamonds so cold that I'm catchin' a flu

Way too much cash, I don't know what to do

Way too much cash, breakin' bread with the crew

Smashin' the gas when I'm up in the coupe

Smashin' I pass, I'm not fuckin' with you

Cashin' I cash, got a hundred or two

Keep it a buck, I'm not frontin' with you

You outta luck if I run into you

Hit out these bullets, he catchin' a few

Walk in your spot and I leave with the loot

Walk in your spot, it's balenci the shoe

Choppa gon' talk, it's gon' end a dispute

Stare down the barrel, he lovin' the view

Gucci apparel and all of it new

Taurus on me, it go bang bouta boom

Run up on me, and you walk to your doom

Run up on me, that's the end of his life

Actin' a fool, shit, he better think twice

Gamble his life like he shootin' the dice

Losin' the bet and his life is the price

Roll down his block and we creep like some mice

Drake with a cooler kit, covered in ice

Ain't take his life, but his girl will suffice

Get in his bank, I'ma tap the device

His bitch will hop in the ride, yeah

Take off on the beat like a fly, yeah

Drake bout to knock out his lights, yeah

I tell that lil' boy goodbye, yeah

Take his bitch and I'll make her my wife, yeah

She do whatever I like, yeah

I'm bouta make that bitch cry, yeah

Told her that I-I-I

I'm here for the pussy she brainless

She say that I'm fly like a cranes is

I'm a beast, in this bitch ain't no tamin

I tell the lil' hoe ain't no changin'

She wanna fuck, make an arrangement

She on her knees, but she ain't prayin'

Light him up, yeah, the chop get to flamin

Spark him up, yeah, the 40 is blazin'

Money came in, it's amazing

Chopper on me, it's rampagin'

Take his bitch out on vacation

Smoke to my eyes, lookin' Asian

She hatin' how long she been waitin'

I told that bitch, have her some patience

Let's take it back to the basics

Used to smoke in the house it was vacant, ayy

Light up a blunt and I face it, ayy

Yall boys ain't doin' what Jace is

Play my cards right I got pocket aces, ayy

Gun like a oven it bake him, Aye

So real that I can't do no fakin'

His life about to get taken, ayy

They hate cause the money, I'm makin' aye

They hatin' on me, so I carry the gyat

He bouta pull up, but where is he at

Pockets overweight, them bitches got fat

She eatin' my kids, I'm a terrible dad

Them boys is pussy, I bury the cat

In love with the money, I'm marryin' that

Mask on my face, I look scary in black

Money so strong, y'all shit barely intact

He don't want beef, vegetarian pack