Jeffrey Dahmer

Call me Jeffrey cause these hoes think I'm dumber And her nigga broke cause he keep askin me to front him Why you just wont buy em, what you plannin' on runnin' off You don't want me front of granny house with Dracs goin off You know you can catch me in the Mound with bows gettin' off You know I can turn the dope hard when it was just soft Yeah, this what the f*ck I call magic Catch me in the hood, I got that shit on like I'm Fabolous She must think I'm Nate Cause she just call me, say she in ah bind Girl, yo nigga rappin' bout them blues, he must be really lyin Why she keep on callin' me, can't save her I ain't got the time You mad your bitch get touch more than a quarterback with a weak line Speaking of a line, I just poe'd me up like four em And why he always rappin' bout them guns like he gon' blow some & Why he always rappin' bout them racks but ain't got no money Lost 5k, fell out my pants, that shit was pocket money Boxes on them Glocks, we got more switches than Nintendo You Gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to ask you where your friend hoe Old ass Glocks, we Gen 5 and you got Gen 4 I bet this yellow snot a have a nigga movin' slow-mo Ain't no Boston Richey, I ain't Santa, I ain't givin shit I felt Finesse, I break a hoe and tell her put it in my mitt Sippin' on some purple, yeah, I think my cup a crip & tell yo broke ass nigga see me, I'm might front a zip