Young Dolph & Key Glock
Baby Joker
[Intro]
Let the band play
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
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 n***a off if I find out he lied to me
[Interlude: Young Dolph]
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 fuck all that money off all on your boys?
Bitch, 'cause them my n***as (The gang)
Did all this shit straight up out of my pocket
Didn't need no crack, I'm that n***a (It's Dolph)
You ain't never had to move 'cause your spot too hot
You ain't never shot a n***a, 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 n***as like us (Nah)
[Interlude: Key Glock & Young Dolph]
Haha, Dolph
You know these n***as hatin', Dolph
No cap (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, fuck 'em, let 'em hate, I'ma keep gettin' paid (Fuck 'em)
Cocky-ass n***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 fuck?)
I pull up, hop out, look at they face (Uh)
Yeah, this young n***a 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 n***as stop playing
Yeah, young n***a hot, need to cut on the fan (Hot)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
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 n***a off if I find out he lied to me (Bitch, bitch)