Arrangments ft. Kerch Dolla Lyrics

Leary Luv in the kitchen, tryna make a salad

What up, Leary i'm loving it

Leary Luv on the beat, yeah, doing the arrangements

I told y'all pull up to the Coney at three, we had an arrangement

My dog gotta go see the judge next week for his arraignment

Me and my baby smoke Crud out the P, it's for entertainment

Leary luv on the beat, yeah

Doin' the arrangements

My dawg gotta go, see the judge next week

It's for his arrangement

I told y'all pull up to the Coney at three

We had an arrangement

Me and my baby smoke crud out the p

It's for entertainment

Shit real life ill pop pills smoke kill spend bills, daily arrangements

We trill too real big meals, yeah

Chain on big chill, yeah

Stand up, nigga, or stand still

Fuck niggas, thought on the man still

Fuck niggas thought I was gon' go light

After all this time, gotta make shit right

Racks on deck, bitch, this is my life

Made a whole lot of cheese off the studio time

I don't flex on the gram, I don't do it for the hype

Yeah, pimp said fuck niggas, told him I aight

Need a good check if you want me to write

Need a whole nother check if I touch my tools

Big foe peaz took all, y'all to school

Throw a big party, push y'all in the pool

Leary, it's up, I done found my groove

Bitch seen me, lost all her cool

Racks seen the op, lost all his screws

Man, how the shit end Man it's all on you

Leary Luv on the beat, yeah, doing the arrangements

I told y'all pull up to the Coney at three, we had an arrangement

My dog gotta go see the judge next week for his arraignment

Me and my baby smoke Crud out the P, it's for entertainment

Leary luv on the beat, yeah

Doin' the arrangements

My dawg gotta go, see the judge next week

It's for his arrangement

I told y'all pull up to the Coney at three

We had an arrangement

Me and my baby smoke crud out the p

It's for entertainment

If I gotta do a bid, you gon' wait on me

Or you gon' leave

I love eating white rice with chicken

In my spare time, I sell peas

She wanna fuck me in the shower

It don't get wet like that, I believe

I don't sit in the studio and don't get air time

I just leave

Only reason y'all think True Religion came back now

Cause Supreme

Keep screaming out free my nigga otto racks now

Until he free

Why everybody jumping on his lace front bandwagon

What happened to the weave

Why everybody jumping on my dick now

Why y'all hating on me

Jump out the coupe in the middle of the street

And just leave it

I got Gigi in right now

I'm only selling boes for 13

I got the glasses that calvin had on right now

When he robbed him for that cheese

Why streak running up von leg in 2k

Bitch, you bettin' real cheese

Break down the brick, sell a brick

You irrelevant, I'm relevant

Got sum on my neck like a reverend

Or a pastor

Bitch, you celibate

Bitch, you stressed out

I got pills getting pressed out

When it come to the weight i max out

Had Rogue as my spot worker at the crack house

Nigga pushing them packs out

Dolla