Arm And Hammer Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold) 

Arm and hammer (Arm and Hammer) 

Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer 

Trap girl on my phone 

She like, "What's the matter?" (What's the matter) 

Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer 

She like bae I'm at the store 

What you want? You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer 

With a scale I'm going hammer 

Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras 

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I'm charging in my Monte Carlo 

Pull up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo 

Percielago, new Camaro up in full throttle 

Buying punch, check the sale, 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 retauded 

That's what my customers call it 

Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self 

Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy wet 

Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold) 

Arm and hammer (Arm and Hammer) 

Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer 

Trap girl on my phone 

She like, "What's the matter?" (What's the matter) 

Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer 

She like bae I'm at the store 

What you want? You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and 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 3 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, tear it up, 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 and hammer (Arm and Hammer) 

Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer 

Trap girl on my phone 

She like, "What's the matter?" (What's the matter) 

Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer 

She like bae I'm at the store 

What you want? You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer 

With a scale I'm going hammer 

Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras