No Baking Soda

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