No Baking Soda Lyrics

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I'm a big dog really steppin, these little niggas tip toe

Exhale the gas, looks like fog if I let down the window of this rental

We hotboxing this whip, you bet no break the seal

I then put down the percs but my dawg serving life

So I'm still praying for his appeal

I serve it raw and uncut, rapping songs bout a Bentley while riding the bus

If I rode the bench I would still be a playa

Get them boys touched, send em home with a crutch

Paid all my dues, Imma ball til the lights shut off

Four nine's in this whip but I roll with Commanders

So blind to bullshit that I no longer answer

How she look like a model but move like a dancer

And she like my Uris on Forgis

30 before 30, Forbes list

Country boy to my soul, can't forget about Portland

That must be why my heart cold

All these lines that I'm serving is Narcos

Might look like I manage a club

Whole lotta shots when the bar closed

Ball like I'm Gardner, got a whole lot of sauce on a PJ

Bih watch me flex on a Jet

If he diss on the net, not responding

Now he non-responsive, just cut a soldier a check

That shit raw it ain't no baking soda in that

If you seen what I saw, may your soul be at rest

That shit raw it ain't no baking soda in that

Lightskin emotional nigga, Drake Type

Fell in love with a bad bih

The type that's trying to see what ya brain like

I don't intertwine myself with average

Imma keep rapping, won't stop til I'm mad rich

And you see all my diamonds dancing

I do this shit with no practice, I come through her speakers

I bet you she leak through her panties

Popping that playa shit, I keep one in the head staying dangerous

I be fresh as the pastor any given Sunday

On the mic Imma preach, I was made for this

Them folks can't keep it street, I don't hang with them

If it ain't bout no cheese, I don't pay attention

I had to turn us up 400 some degrees

Hot boy the paper with me

It's Vault

Yuh

I'm a big dog really steppin, these little niggas tip toe

Exhale the gas, looks like fog if I let down the window of this rental

We hotboxing this whip, you bet no break the seal

I then put down the percs but my dawg serving life

So I'm still praying for his appeal

I serve it raw and uncut, rapping songs bout a Bentley while riding the bus

If I rode the bench I would still be a playa

Get them boys touched, send em home with a crutch

Paid all my dues, Imma ball til the lights shut off

Four nine's in this whip but I roll with Commanders

So blind to bullshit that I no longer answer

How she look like a model but move like a dancer

And she like my Uris on Forgis

30 before 30, Forbes list

Country boy to my soul, can't forget about Portland

That must be why my heart cold

All these lines that I'm serving is Narcos

Might look like I manage a club

Whole lotta shots when the bar closed

Ball like I'm Gardner, got a whole lot of sauce on a PJ

Bih watch me flex on a Jet

If he diss on the net, not responding

Now he non-responsive, just cut a soldier a check

That shit raw it ain't no baking soda in that

If you seen what I saw, may your soul be at rest

That shit raw it ain't no baking soda in that