JYJ - ARRANGEMENTS (feat. 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 f*ck 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck with me, she not f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck, 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