Jeffrey Dahmer DC The Don

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Pew, pew, pew, pew
(Ayy, this is a Trademark produ—)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
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 Juul (Okay, yeah)
No, I'm not cool (Okay, yeah)
Wet him like a pool (Okay, yeah)
Show up at his school (Okay, yeah)
Ridin' 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 (Woah, yeah)
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 up
In a week I got my credit and budget up
See you goin' out sad, you ain't one of us (Huh?)
I get paid for just pictures and showin' up (Yeah)
I got paid to stay true while I'm blowin' up (Yeah)
I don't need all you niggas, they slowin' up (Yeah)
I don't need niggas' verses, I'm dope enough (Ayy)
I don't gotta act gutter, I'm cuttin' up (Huh?)
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 (Yeah)
It's gon' be me and you, they like, "Who better?" (Huh?)
I stayed ten toes through the goon weather
Circle let off shots, he a tomb catcher
Gotta let em' know it ain't sweet beat
Sticky like a nigga eatin' PB (Yeah)
I been on the road, don't miss me
See me through the phone, better kiss me (Yeah)
Tell me where you at, don't diss me (Okay)
Pull up to your pad, get busy (Yeah)
Let the sparks fly, Walt Disney
Now you wonder how I go missing, uh
My wrist on drizzle, my wrist be soaked
You talkin' wild, now his head in my scope (Yeah)
I want that cancer so give me the smoke (Ayy)
Rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
She rollin' right off of that bean (Ayy)
My bitch was pretty and then she turned mean
Ooh, that money turned Lucy right into a fiend (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
My bitch was buildin' 'til I broke her wall (Huh?)
She think we dating, she don't know the law (Huh?)
She gon' give all my niggas sloppy jaw (Huh?)
Soon as I walk in, better drop them drawers, bitch (Ayy)
Fuck with me, nobody gon' fuck with me
Sad that lil' bitch don't got a body but she got a mouth (Ayy)
I don't do drugs, but man, [?] yourself (What?)
I don't do crib so don't ask for a lift, ayy (What, what?)
Shout out my nigga Big Zo (Yeah)
Shout out my nigga Lil Pat (Ayy)
I keep that burner, no, I never lack
Thug in my blunt, I only know attack
I'm passin' that bitch like I'm Brady, this brand new Mercedes
Have so many numbers, got me lookin' crazy (Skrrt)
Promethazine, I poured up now I'm lazy (Skrrt)
I will not drink it even if you pay me
Trappin', the suite in New York, got it crackin'
Pull up, I be nice, say, "What's happenin'?" (Huh?)
Told 'em pull up and roll with a ratchet, bitch
I'm in the A like the Raiders
I only wear black, bitch, I feel like Darth Vader (Ayy)
Congratulations, no I'm not a hater (Yeah)
You winnin' now but DC got it later (Yeah, yeah)
I'm rockin' Thrasher, feelin' 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 stackin' paper, bitch