Bakin Soda - Plies, Tyga

All I need is baking soda

Drop a four in the pot, make an ounce to a rock

Put it to your left

All I need is boilling water

Heavy on the block, hit the strips, set up shops

Stay with a Glock

All I need is arm and hammer

Hot chopper with a bend that’ll make a nigga ass shape

Grip the handle

All my shit crack, nigga

All my shit crack, nigga

You ought to watch a nigga out here

And put cut on the yogurt

We gon’sell you something that won’t turn over

Hit y’all with a flip flail

Beat the fuck off your cask

Now you’re looking with your mask

And the games that I don’t play

And took a loss in a minute

Nigga trapping a nigga ass, gotta feel it

I ain’t spared nobody

Keep a head on the swift liner

Shit is got real creep

Everybody out here tryna eat

Young niggers wild and all

See, you don’t wanna ride with them

When it come to the cash I feel them

Breaking no loses

Everything gotta count

Breaking mine, I’ll die to the ounces

All I need is a big lick, big chain

Big practice, yeah, all I do is big things

All I need is baking soda

And a fork, and a scale

And I hope these niggas don’t tell

All I need a bad bitch

Who will suck me on the road

So I don’t fall asleep driving with the dope

I’mma tell you what I don’t need

And that’s some nigga in my business

When I go to Carpoon take him with me

That’s a lesson that I did learn

And the cracker get behind me

Don’t you turn off, nigga they will fool you

One thing that I d know, if they ask

And they search you, in your car

You better tell them hand over

While my lawyer ain’t with me

Motherfucker ain’t talking

I got a motherfucking pistol in my pocket

If I get another quelude

She will love me in the morning

Look, I got me feeling like I’m Tony

Take a look at me, I’m bad guy

Motherfucker don’t want that

I ain’t never crossed a nigga who didn’t

Have it coming

All my shit crack, nigga

All my shit crack, nigga