Box of soda, red and gold

Arm and hammer

Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer

Trap girl on my phone

She like, 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 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