DC The Don – Jeffrey Dahmer lyrics

[Intro]
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 jewel (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
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 goin' out sad, you ain't one of us
I get paid for just pictures and showin' up
I got paid to stay true while I'm blowin' up
I don't need all you niggas just slowin' up
I don't need niggas' verses, I'm dope enough
I don't gotta act gutter, I'm cuttin' 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 eatin' 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 talkin' wild now his head in my scope
I want that cancer so give me the smoke
Rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
She rollin' 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 passin' that bitch like I'm Brady, this brand new Mercedes
Have so many numbers, got me lookin' crazy
Promethazine, I poured up now I'm lazy
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'?"
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 winnin' now but DC got it later
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

[Chorus]
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 goin' 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 goin' hard all summer, ayy
Shawty wanna ride in my Hummer, ayy
Grab me some Sprite, where the runner? Okay

[Outro]
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 saucin', bitch, I'm saucin'
Bitch, I'm saucin', bitch, I'm saucin'
Bitch, I'm saucin', bitch, I'm saucin'
Bitch, I'm saucin', bitch, I'm saucin'
Bet you can't drip like this, whoa
Bet you can't drip like this