Young Dolph Ft. Key Glock – Baby Joker Lyrics

“Baby Joker Lyrics by Young Dolph Ft. Key Glock”

[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 niqqa 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 f–k all that money off all on your boys?
Bit-h, ’cause them my niqqas (The gang)
Did all this sh!t straight up out of my pocket
Didn’t need no crack, I’m that niqqa (It’s Dolph)
You ain’t never had to move ’cause your spot too hot
You ain’t never shot a niqqa, you ain’t never got shot
You ain’t never ran into your ex-b!t-h in the park
Hit the automatic start and flexed on her in the drop (Drop-top)
Maison Margiela attire (Uh)
I heard you a v-gina 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 f–ked her good and f–ked her life up (Uh)
Ain’t none of these niqqas like us (Nah)

[Interlude: Key Glock & Young Dolph]
Haha, Dolph
You know these niqqas hatin’, Dolph
No cap (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, f–k ’em let ’em hate, I’ma keep gettin’ paid (fvck ’em)
Cocky a$$ niqqa and I’m stuck in my ways
Designered down and I’m still wearing J’s
I’m ’bout to get a Cullinan, I couldn’t get the Wraith (Yeah, yeah)
Big boy double R, it’s on the way (Skrrt)
Or I might switch it up and put a Cutla$$ on eights (The f–k?)
I pull up, hop out, look at they face (Uh)
Yeah, this young niqqa Key Glock goin’ crazy (Glock)
I been gettin’ so much cake, uh (What?)
I can barely keep up what the f–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, f–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 niqqas stop playing
Yeah, young niqqa 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 niqqa off if I find out he lied to me