Kevin Gates - Arm and Hammer lyrics

Box of soda, red and gold (Red and gold)
Arm & Hammer (Arm & Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove, Arm & Hammer
Trap girl on my phone
She be like, "What's the matter?"
(What's the matter)
Going hard, just ran out of Arm & Hammer
She like, "Bae I'm at the store"
"What you want?" You should know
Sandwich bags and Arm & Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer trap jumpin'
I got junkies watchin' burglar
Bars and cameras

Phone charging in my Monte Carlo
Pull up to the trap while
On the phone with Jamarlo
Percielago, new Camaro up in full throttle
Buying pints, check the seal
It's a full bottle
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like my leg's broke
Catching sells
Ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut the burglar
Lock the deadbolt nigga try I got that iron
Make your head smoke
Kitchen or whipping can't
Be like whatchamacallit
Work be fucking retawdid
That's what my customers call it
Grabbed two houses they jumped to
Like 68 by they self
Straight out the pot to the bag
They both weigh 70 wet

Box of soda, red and gold (Red and gold)
Arm & Hammer (Arm & Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove, Arm & Hammer
Trap girl on my phone
She be like, "What's the matter?"
(What's the matter)
Going hard, just ran out of Arm & Hammer
She like, "Bae I'm at the store"
"What you want?" You should know
Sandwich bags and Arm & Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer trap jumpin'
I got junkies watchin' burglar
Bars and cameras

Broke a block down to rocks
Slowly picking my weight up
In the drop selling ounces
If you want weight you can wait up
Ain't been asleep in three days
My nickname should be "Stay Up"
Fuck the club and the mall
Right now I'm stacking my cake up
Fuck you hoes I could jack off
I don't play break up to make up
You other niggas had your turn you play
Your face then get ate up
(Don't wanna get killed) don't make us
Send you straight to your maker
Bought my paper, my paper
Might step out on occasion
Just heard Tyiesha getting married
Here's a congratulations
Invited me on vacation
Reception out in Jamaica
Quarterback that play in Dallas
(Set, Hut) , Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches
Don't pass them by the car hating

Box of soda, red and gold (Red and gold)
Arm & Hammer (Arm & Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove, Arm & Hammer
Trap girl on my phone
She be like, "What's the matter?"
(What's the matter)
Going hard, just ran out of Arm & Hammer
She like, "Bae I'm at the store"
"What you want?" You should know
Sandwich bags and Arm & Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer trap jumpin'
I got junkies watchin' burglar
Bars and cameras