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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Andre Davidson
Andre Davidson
Songwriter
Andrew Harr
Andrew Harr
Songwriter
Jermaine "Mayne Zayne" Jackson
Jermaine "Mayne Zayne" Jackson
Songwriter
Sean Winston Davidson
Sean Winston Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Runners
The Runners
Producer
The Monarch
The Monarch
Producer

Lyrics

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 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
Writer(s): Andrew Harr, Andre Davidson, Jermaine Jackson, Marcellus Gilyard, Sean Winston Davidson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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