[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (C Gutta)
Uh (LowLowTurnThatUp)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh
[Verse 1]
I've been coolin', but I'm runnin' out of patience (Out of patience)
Had a heart before, my shit blacker than Haitians (Haitians, yeah)
He sick as fuck, they know he fold, he can't erase it (Can't erase it)
He play with me, he know he dead, my shorty take him out (Take him out)
[Chorus]
Baking soda, grab that pot
Scrape the side, woah, woah
Jakes behind me and I'm hot
Duck the five-O, oh
Heard the killers on that block, you better drive slow, oh
Got killer instincts 'bout a pussy with my eyes closed, oh
[Verse 2]
I come from that basement
You know I grew numb to that pain, heard you couldn't take it (Heard you couldn't take it)
I ever go broke then it's right back to them bases
Runnin' with my members, you won't give it, they gon' take it (They gon' take it)
Dropped a hundred on a new foreign, I'm speed racin' (Skrrt)
Spent a lot of time in that trap, actually, I'm days in (Actually, I'm days in)
Built it all up on all solid ground, it's gon' cave in (Yeah, yeah, it's gon' cave in)
I won't fold again, I ain't got time for no fake friends (I ain't got time for no fake friends)
Woah, woah
Spot 'em, got 'em, wack a opp, gun him down, woah, woah (Gun him down)
I wasn't tryna punch no clock, but where'd them pounds go? (Bro, where them pounds?)
Probably ridin' 'round through my city with somethin' loud, woah (With somethin' loud)
Don't play with me, don't wanna have to gun you down (No, no)
[Chorus]
Baking soda, grab that pot
Scrape the side, woah, woah (Grab that pot)
Jakes behind me and I'm hot
Duck the five-O, oh (Uh-huh)
Heard the killers on that block, you better drive slow, oh
Got killer instincts 'bout a pussy with my eyes closed, oh (Hey, hey)
Baking soda, grab that pot
Scrape the side, woah, woah (Grab that pot)
Jakes behind me and I'm hot
Duck the five-O, oh (Way too hot)
Heard the killers on that block, you better drive slow, oh
Got killer instincts 'bout a pussy with my eyes closed, oh (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Grab that that pot
Yeah, instincts too hot
And there's killers on that block, yeah, yeah, yeah
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