Key Glock - Diapers lyrics

(Hurricane) g-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock
Yeah

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night
(yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight
(yeah) when I catch your boy, yeah
You know it's on sight (yeah)
Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch)
I lied like I love her
I should've said "Sike"
These niggas some bitches
These niggas some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy
Where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Shoutout to Glizock, that nigga my idol
Ayy, shoutout my lil' bitch
She don't need a title
Shoutout my opps tryna kill all my rivals
Yeah, nigga, and that's on my side-bitch
(On God)
I'm sippin' on mud and smokin' on flowers
(Phew)
Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power
(Phew, phew)
Just got two black 9s, Jae Crowder
My dawgs don't say too much, just growl
South Memphis like the wild, wild West
So you better find you a vest (Uh, uh)
Only twenty-four and I ball like a vet
Steppin' on everybody neck (yeah)
Check, check, yeah, check after check (yeah)
Nine letters, you know what I rep (Bitch)
I'm killin' this bitch
Tryna fuck her to death
I'm gettin' to that bag, and that bag
Ain't nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout that bag
You can bag it on up
Yeah, back in the day, I was baggin' it up
Yeah, sackin' it up, yeah, stackin' it up
(yeah)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night
(yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight
(yeah) when I catch your boy, yeah
You know it's on sight (yeah)
Everything I do wrong, feels so right
I lied like I love her
I should've said "Sike"
These niggas some bitches
These niggas some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy
Where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Killin' these niggas like my last name Myers
First name Michael, I ball like Michael (Uh)
Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin' (Uh)
Came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden (Uh)
Can't play around, gotta get shit done (yeah)
I go to sleep when the sun come up (yeah)
Been flexin' all year
Don't wait for the summer
I ain't havin' no problem with this bread
This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?)
Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead
My grandma said, "Boy
You ain't got no friends"
Then slapped me on my head (yeah)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night
(yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight
(yeah) when I catch your boy, yeah
You know it's on sight (yeah)
Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch)
I lied like I love her
I should've said "Sike" (yeah)
These niggas some bitches
These niggas some dikes (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy
Where is the diapers? (yeah)

Hmm, yeah