Young Dolph - Baby Joker lyrics

[Intro] Let the band play [Chorus: Key Glock] Whole lot of camouflage sh*t 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' sh*t 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 ni**a off if I find out he lied to me [Interlude: Key Glock] That's something you just don't do, okay? Trust is everything, make sure we keep that, yeah [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Dolph, why you fu*k all that money off all on your boys? b*tch, 'cause them my ni**as (The gang) Did all this sh*t straight up out of my pocket Didn't need no crack, I'm that ni**a (It's Dolph) You ain't never had to move 'cause your spot too hot You ain't never shot a ni**a, you ain't never got shot You ain't never ran into your ex-b*tch 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) Been ridin' 'round with my rifle (Uh) I know some trappers and swipers (Uh) I'm the sh*t, I'm still in diapers (Uh) She ride it like a motorcycle (Uh) I fu*ked her good and fu*ked her life up (Uh) Ain't none of these ni**as like us (Nah) [Interlude: Key Glock & Young Dolph] Haha, Dolph You know these ni**as hatin', Dolph No cap (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Key Glock] Ayy, fu*k 'em let 'em hate, I'ma keep gettin' paid (fu*k 'em) co*ky ass ni**a 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 fu*k?) I pull up, hop out, look at they face (Uh) Yeah, this young ni**a Key Glock goin' crazy (Glock) I been gettin' so much cake, uh (What?) I can barely keep up what the fu*k I make (Yeah) Goddamn, think I gotta get a new safe (New safe) Out of rubber bands 'cause this sh*t 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, fu*k what you heard, yeah, you heard what I'm sayin' Yeah, Paper Route Business got drums, rock band Yeah, runnin' this sh*t, tell them ni**as stop playing Yeah, young ni**a hot, need to cut on the fan (Hot) [Chorus: Key Glock] Whole lot of camouflage sh*t 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' sh*t 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 ni**a off if I find out he lied to me (b*tch, b*tch)