Young Dolph - 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 f*ck 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 f*cked her good and f*cked her life up (uh)
Ain't none of these niggas like us (nah)

Huh, Dolph
You know these niggas hatin', Dolph
No cap
Yeah, yeah

Ayy, f*ck 'em let 'em hate, I'ma keep gettin' paid (f*ck '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 f*ck?)
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 f*ck 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)
Four-fifty rounds on the nightstand (uh)
Everybody know that Glocks don't jam (jam)
Yeah, f*ck what you heard, yeah, you heard what I'm sayin' (f*ck you)
Yeah, Paper Route Business got drums, rock band (paper)
Yeah, runnin' this shit, tell them niggas stop playing (stop)
Yeah, young nigga hot, need to cut on the fan (hot)

It's a whole lot of camouflage shit in the driveway
Plug look like Baby Joker on Next Friday (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blue gas in the Demon, now I'm gettin' sideways (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blue racks on me, I been havin' shit my way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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)