Arm and Hammer

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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