Baking Soda (feat. Ray Vicks)

Surrounded by some killers

In the streets it aint safe ****

And I aint 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 aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I aint 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 aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I aint 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 **** hit me for a block

I told him give me thirty (give me thirty)

And I aint 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 **** big dog out this bitch ****

Big boss shit ****

Riding foreigns everyday

Out this bitch ****

Jaguar ****, Porsche trucks ****,

Four door Porches ****, audi a8's

Naa im saying

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I aint 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 aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And i aint 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 ****) (yeahh)

(Plug showed me love

And get a truck load off my face ****)

(Off my face ****)

Street shit forreal ****

Run me up a hunnid

And put twenty in the safe ****

Yeah (yeah) gotta stack that shit ****

Surrounded by some killers in the streets

It aint safe ****

Shit real **** (yeahh)

Tryna run off with pack

Lil bra gone shoot you in your face **** (bow)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I aint 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 aint folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I aint sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)