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Key Glock - Diapers (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hurricane)
G-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock
Yeah
[Chorus]
Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight
Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch)
I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike"
These **** some bitches, these **** some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, aye, where is the diapers?
[Verse 1]
Shoutout to Glizock, that **** my idol
Aye, shoutout my lil' bitch, she don't need a title
Shoutout my opps tryna kill all my rivals
Yeah, ****, and that's on my side-bitch (On God)
I'm sippin' on mud and smokin' on flowers (Phew)
Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power (Phew, phew)
Just got two black 9s, Jae Crowder
My dawgs don't say too much, just growl
South Memphis like the wild, wild West
So you better find you a vest
Only twenty-four and I ball like a vet
Steppin' on everybody neck (Yeah)
Check, check, yeah, check after check (Yeah)
Nine letters, you know what I rep (Bitch)
I'm killin' this bitch, tryna fuck her to death
I'm gettin' to that bag, and that bag, ain't nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout that bag, you can back it on up
Yeah, back in the day, I was baggin' it up
Yeah, sackin' it up, yeah, stackin' it up (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah)
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah)
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah, yeah)
Everything I do wrong, feels so right
I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike"
These **** some bitches, these **** some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, aye, where is the diapers? (Aye)
[Verse 2]
Killin' these **** like my last name Myers
First name Michael, I ball like Michael
Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin' (Uh)
Came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden
Can't play around, gotta get shit done
Yeah, I go to sleep when the sun come up
Been flexin' all year, don't wait for the summer
I ain't havin' no problem with this bread
This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?)
Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead
My grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends"
Then slapped me on my head (Okay)
[Chorus]
Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah)
I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah)
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah)
Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Yeah)
I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" (Yeah)
These **** some bitches, these **** some dikes (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, aye, where is the diapers? (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Hmm, yeah
Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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