Baking Soda Plies (Ft. Tyga)

[Chorus: 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 nigga who didn't have it coming
I swear!