[Hook: Tyga] On this baking soda Drop a four in the pot, make an ounce to a rock Put it to your lip On this boiling water, Heavy on the block Hit the strips, set up shops, Stayed with a Glock On this Arm & Hammer Chopper with a bandana, make a nigga ass shake, Grip handle All my shit crack nigga, crack nigga All my shit crack nigga, crack nigga
[Verse 1: Plies] All I need is baking soda And the fork, and a scale Now let's hope that these niggas don't tell All I need a bad bitch Who will suck me on the road So I don't fall asleep driving with the dope I'mma tell you what I don't need And that's some nigga in my business When I go to cop i don't take them with me That's a lesson that I did learn And the crackers get behind you Don't you turn off, nigga they will pull you One thing that I do know, if they ask And they search you and your car You better tell them \"hell no!\" If my lawyer ain't with me, Motherfucker ain't talking I got a motherfucking pistol in my pocket If I get another quaalude She will love me in the morning This Liquor got me feeling like I'm Tony Take a look at the bad guy Motherfucker don't want that I ain't never crossed a nigger who didn't have it coming I swear!
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[Verse 2: Plies] You gotta to watch a nigga out here They put cut on the otta We done sold you something that won't turn over Hit y'all with a flim flam He went and fuck up your cash Now you're looking for a nigga with your mask And the games that I don't play Took a loss in a minute Nigga trapping a nigga ass, gotta feel it I ain't spared nobody, nobody I ain't spared nobody, nobody Keep a head on the swivellater Shit is got real creep Everybody out here tryna eat The Young nigga wylin' at em' See, I'm wylin' right with em' When it come to the cash I feel them I ain't taking no loses Everything gotta count Breaking mine all down to the ounce All I need is a big lick, big chain Big bank, this year all i'm doing is big things