Credits

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 Monarch
The Monarch
Producer
The Runners
The Runners
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 the matter)
Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer
She like bae, I'm a the store, (At the store) what you want? (What I want)
You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer (Hammer), trap jumpin' (Trap jump)
I got junkies watchin' burglar bars and cameras
[Verse 2]
Phone charing in my Monte Carlo
Pull  up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo
Percielago
New Camero up in full throttle
Buying punch, check the sale, it's a full bottle
B.W.A., 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
**** try, I got the iron, make your head smoke
Kitchen or whipping can't be like whatchamacallit
Work be fucking retarded
That's why my customers call it
Grabbed two ounces they jumped to like sixty eight by they self
Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy wet
[Verse 3]
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 the matter)
Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer
She like bae, I'm a the store, (At the store) what you want? (What I want)
You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer (Hammer), trap jumpin' (Trap jump)
I got junkies watchin' burglar bars and cameras
[Verse 4]
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 **** had your turn, you play your face then get ate up
(Don't want 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
Quaterback that play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating
[Verse 5]
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 the matter)
Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer
She like bae, I'm a the store, (At the store) what you want? (What I want)
You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer (Hammer), trap jumpin' (Trap jump)
I got junkies watchin' burglar bars and cameras
[Verse 6]
(Going hammer)
Written by: Dru from the Runners, Kevin Gilyard
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