Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arm and Hammer, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song By Any Means, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
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 |
Phone charging in my Monte Carlo |
Pull up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo |
Percielago, new Camaro open 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 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 |
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 |