Young Dolph - Baby Joker Lyrics | Key Glock

Baby Joker

Young Dolph & Key Glock

DETAILS

Young Dolph salutes the beloved Fridayfranchise in his new video for "Baby Joker."

The track, assisted by Memphis rapper Key Glock, is named after an antagonist in the 2000 sequel Next Friday. The visual finds Dolph and Key Glock in Rancho Cucamonga as they attempt to shoot their shot with Joker's sister while avoiding a potential beatdown.

SONG INFO

Song: Baby Joker

Album: Dum And Dummer

Produced By: BandPlay

Written By: Young Dolph & Key Glock

Release Date: 18-July-2019

Music Video Director: Jordan Spencer

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)

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)

[Interlude: Key Glock & Young Dolph]

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)

VIDEO SONG