Jeffrey Dahmer

(album: DC Dahmer - 2018)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sauce on my drip (Okay, yeah)
Get off my dick (Okay, yeah)
Pray you don't miss (Okay, yeah)
Flooded my wrist (Okay, yeah)
Ice on my Patek (Okay, yeah)
Fully automatic (Okay, yeah)
He don't want static (Okay, yeah)
Still gon' make it happen (Okay, yeah)
Buff him like a jewel (Okay, yeah)
No, I'm not cool (Okay, yeah)
Wet him like a pool (Okay, yeah)
Show up at his school (Okay, yeah)
Riding with a shotty (Okay, yeah)
Me and Young Shotti (Okay, yeah)
Shotgun shotty (Okay, yeah)
Make a nigga potty (Okay, yeah)
Drip, drip, splash (Uh)
Count it, make it, bring it fast
This first class (Huh?)
Private jet, you come in last
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Flip the money, bring it back, make it double-dutch
Flip the money, get the racks, and then bundle
In a week I got my credit and budget up
See you going out sad, you ain't one of us
I get paid for just pictures and showing up
I got paid to stay true while I'm blowing up
I don't need all you niggas just slowing up
I don't need niggas' verses, I'm dope enough
I don't gotta act gutter, I'm cutting up
I still Deebo your ass in my button-up
You don't gotta play gangster, you oh and one
Boy, you copy my swag, you my oldest son
Boy, you copy my style, gotta do better
It's gon' be me and you, they like, "Who better?"
I stayed ten toes through the um weather
Circle let off shots, he a tomb catcher
Got 'em annoyed, ain't sweet beat
Stinky like a nigga eating PV
I been on the road, don't miss me
See me through the phone, better kiss me
Tell me where you at, don't diss me
Pull up to your pad, get busy
Let the sparks fly, Walt Disney
Now you wonder how I go missing
My wrist on drizzle, my wrist be scope
You talking wild now his head in my scope
I want that cancer so give me the smoke
Rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
She rolling right off of that bean
My bitch was pretty and then she turned mean
Ooh, that money turned Lucy right into a fiend
My bitch was bitter 'til I broke her wall
She think we dating, she don't know the law
She gon' give all my niggas sloppy jaw
Soon as I walk in, better drop them drawers, bitch
Fuck with me, nobody gon' fuck with me
Sad that lil' bitch don't got body but she got a mouth
I don't do drugs, man, [? 1 56:] yourself
I don't do crib so don't ask for a lift, ayy
Shout out my nigga Big Zo (Yeah)
Shout out my nigga Lil Pat
I keep that burner, no, I never lack
Thug in my blunt, I only know attack
I'm passing that bitch like I'm Brady, this brand new Mercedes
Have so many numbers, got me looking crazy
Promethazine, I poured up now I'm lazy
I will not drink it even if you pay me
Trapping, the suite in New York, got it cracking
Pull up, I be nice, say, "What's happenin'?"
Told 'em pull up and roll with a ratchet, bitch
I'm in LA like the Raiders
I only wear black, bitch, I feel like Darth Vader
Congratulations, no I'm not a hater
You winning now but DC got it later
I'm rocking Thrasher, feeling like a skater
She hella bad but still I wouldn't date her
That bitch a goofy so I call her Mater
2018, I'm only stacking paper, bitch

Yeah, yeah, uh, slice a nigga, Jeffrey Dahmer, uh
Two Glocks, Dumb and Dumber, uh
OKC, we bring Thunder, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm going hard all summer, ayy
Shawty wanna ride in my Hummer, ayy
Grab me some Sprite, where the runner? Ayy
Yeah, yeah, uh, slice a nigga, Jeffrey Dahmer, uh
Two Glocks, Dumb and Dumber, uh
OKC, we bring Thunder, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm going hard all summer, ayy
Shawty wanna ride in my Hummer, ayy
Grab me some Sprite, where the runner? Okay

Yeah, uh, yeah, ayy, uh
Bet you can't drip like this
Bet you can't drip like this
Bet you can't drip like this
Bet you can't drip like this
I'm saucing, bitch, I'm saucing
Bitch, I'm saucing, bitch, I'm saucing
Bitch, I'm saucing, bitch, I'm saucing
Bitch, I'm saucing, bitch, I'm saucing
Bet you can't drip like this, whoa
Bet you can't drip like this