Baking Soda

Surrounded by some killers
In the streets it ain't safe nigga
And I ain't trippin
Bitch we ridin on the back street

From south richmond to BR
Yeahh we got it cheap
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Still working in the kitchen bitch
We serving daily turnt a quarter

I’m talking nine, to a whole birdie
Mane this shit around my neck
Cost a light thirty
My nigga hit me for a block

I told him give me thirty (give me thirty)
And I ain't trippin bitch
We ridin on the back street
From south richmond to BR

Yeahh we got it cheap
I love the girl but the nyl
Keep on calling me
Brown, grey, white the dog

Let the puppies breed
If you ain't listening
Let me bring yo ass up to speed
Don't be talking bout no dog if yeen got a b

I love the chickens love it raw
Bitch we got it cheap (fucking right)
I’m in the streets breaking off
Bitch I got a key

Yeah nigga big dog out this bitch nigga
Big boss shit nigga
Riding foreigns everyday
Out this bitch nigga

Jaguar nigga, Porsche trucks nigga
Four door Porches nigga, audi a8's
Naa im saying

Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food
And i ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)

It's Mr.trap or die a seventeen five
A break them bitches down
And charge five for a nine
Dope jumpin out the gym

Got the feens getting high
Unc knew I was a hustler
Say he seen it in my eyes
Hundred thousand dollar plays

Trap or die money
Ten thousand in a day
Say fuck that rap money
I got truck loads on the way

I finish with this bitch
Another truck load on the way
My plug show me love
And sent a truck load on my face

(On my face nigga) (yeahh)
(Plug showed me love
And get a truck load off my face nigga)
(Off my face nigga)

Street shit forreal nigga
Run me up a hunnid
And put twenty in the safe nigga
Yeah (yeah) gotta stack that shit nigga
Surrounded by some killers in the streets

It ain't safe nigga
Shit real nigga (yeahh)
Tryna run off with pack
Lil bra gone shoot you in your face nigga (bow)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)