Baking Soda ft. BFG Nardy Lyrics

Put Pressure on it till it feel like a brick Distribute it to the street till it get one

of us rich If not, I'll pay for it like I'm soldier

I know what to do with baking, soda, nigga Know my position, I'm a big chief

The way it's going, I know these niggas can't stand me

But they won't do a damn thing, you understand me

Staring at a nigga, you know how a fan be Known to stay solid in the summer heat

Still be getting money in the drought , you know the fam eat

They been trying to get me out my shell like it's some crab meat

Still got two I gotta put in boxes like they going feet

Nigga took J Ross and then a nigga took Bern from me

Knowing how I'm feeling, boy, a nigga could burn for free

I've been rapping for a minute, nigga could learn from me

Spittin for the money, gotta pay me in currency

5.0 like Kane at the drive-thru, just throwing shit

On my way to Gibson where them gators and soldiers live

Do a nigga dirty, hide his body at soulja field

Then post up on the corner with a 40 clip like a beer

Keep thinking that you know me, you can fuck around and get killed

Keep thinking you don't owe me, and then riding around like a crip

This bitch all on my shoulder, had then told her

This shit could get real dangerous, but ain't nobody saying nothing

I'm in P-mode, beast mode, this committee shit right here, nigga

Need a cheat code to go against beast mode New Orleans, I was raised like free throws

Shelter nigga, taking in free clothes Still a put that dick on a freak ho

Still be trying to see if they deep through An if she from that Parish, and she bad, had ha bent over.

Bitch, stay in the front, I got the back, you can play chauffeur

I know some niggas with it, when it dropped on a Range Rover

I told them when I get it, I'ma get me a flamethrower

Niggas hating in my city, they know I done took over

They think I'm nervous, cause I keep on looking over my shoulder

But really I'm impulsive, I get on it, then get over

These bitches think they on me, think about it, think it over

I dont care how bad a bitch is, I'll leave her the controller

I don't care if she got ten kids, I'll blow out that lil motor

I'll do a bitch like Diddy, if that pussy got an odor

If not il pay fa it like im Soulja

I know what to do with baking soda, nigga

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, nigga

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, nigga

Free the bro he in the feds, made it look free when he was home

Food feeds the hungry dogs, he even feed them when he jones

Yeah, I know he need that needle, feeling queasy in his bones

Bro, go put it back together, stretch the D, & then we gone

If you fly, then keep it on, yeah, I know creatures get it on

Say, quit speaking in that tone, before they say we was in the wrong

You can't run away from Dracos, all them switches, when they stuck

They'll get a nigga hit with all that shit they making up

Mad Max in the fresh fade, I like my philly tapered up

Ain't hard to find, you know it's up there like the interstate with us

Keep one up on them, can't let a nigga demonstrate with us

Catch you huddled in the huddle, make my hitters break it up

Take a pause, let me shake back, say Teaux, I'm finna face the blunt

Talking greasy like I wouldn't grab that mini thing and hunt

Throw them shots like I'm El Paso, we do dinner, dates, and lunch

They thinking clothes and a few whips, I'm thinking real estate and bucks, cuz

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, nigga

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, soda

I know what to do with baking soda, nigga

I know what to do with baking soda, soda