Young Dolph, Key Glock - Baby Joker lyrics

Let the band play

Whole lot of camouflage shit in the driveway
Plug look like Baby Joker on Next Friday
Blue gas in the Demon
Now I'm gettin' sideways
Blue racks on me, I been havin' shit my way
18 wheeler loaded, fresh up off the highway
All week long she been begging me to ride me
Carbon one-fifth and it's right
Here beside me
Cut a nigga off if I find out he lied to me

That's something you just don't do, okay?
Trust is everything, make sure we keep that
Yeah

Dolph, why you fuck all that money
Off all on your boys?
Bitch, 'cause them my niggas (The gang)
Did all this shit straight up
Out of my pocket
Didn't need no crack, I'm that nigga
(It's Dolph) you ain't never had to move
'cause your spot too hot
You ain't never shot a nigga
You ain't never got shot
You ain't never ran into your
Ex-bitch in the park
Hit the automatic start and flexed
On her in the drop (Drop-top)
Maison Margiela attire (Uh)
I heard you a vagina buyer (Trick)
I run with the hustlers and snipers (Uh)
Another seven digit wire (Uh)
Dope boy, retro Michaels (Uh)
I been ridin' 'round with my rifle (Uh)
I know some trappers and swipers (Uh)
I'm the shit, I'm still in diapers (Uh)
She ride it like a motorcycle (Uh)
I fucked her good and fucked her life up (Uh)
Ain't none of these niggas like us (Nah)

Haha, Dolph
You know these niggas hatin', Dolph
No cap (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
I'ma keep gettin' paid (Fuck 'em)
Cocky-ass nigga and I'm stuck in my ways
Designered down and I'm still wearing J's
I'm 'bout to get a Cullinan
I couldn't get the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Big boy double R, it's on the way (Skrrt)
Or I might switch it up and
Put a Cutlass on eights (The fuck?)
I pull up, hop out, look at they face (Uh)
Yeah, this young nigga Key Glock goin' crazy
(Glock)
I been gettin' so much cake, uh (What?)
I can barely keep up what the fuck I make
(yeah) goddamn, think I gotta get a new safe
(New safe) out of rubber bands 'cause
This shit kept breaking (Kept breaking)
Yeah, I'm the man, the man with the plan (Uh)
Pull up in the van
Slide the door back and blam (Skrrt)
Whole fifty rounds on the nightstand (Uh)
Everybody know that Glocks don't jam
Yeah, fuck what you heard, yeah
You heard what I'm sayin'
Yeah, Paper Route Business got drums
Rock band yeah, runnin' this shit
Tell them niggas stop playing
Yeah, young nigga hot, need to cut on the fan
(Hot)

Whole lot of camouflage shit in the driveway
Plug look like Baby Joker on Next Friday
Blue gas in the Demon
Now I'm gettin' sideways
Blue racks on me, I been havin' shit my way
18 wheeler loaded, fresh up off the highway
All week long she been begging me to ride me
Carbon one-fifth and it's right
Here beside me
Cut a nigga off if I find out he lied to me
(Bitch, bitch)