Dahmer Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Is that Jake and Jared?) Yeah
She call me daddy but I'm not her father
I'm the killer, n*gga, feel like I'm Dahmer

[Verse 1]
Damn, damn
Kill a n*gga like I'm Jeffery
Uh, yeah, huh, I got the sauce in the recipe
Yeah, yeah, uh, she's after D like the letter E
I'm on the street with the motherf*ckin' big birds, my n*gga, no Sesame
Yeah, uh, yeah
She suck my di*k then she gets to throwing up, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
Flexin' wit' a mothеrf*ckin' gun, won't hold it up
Yeah, yeah, uh
Codeinе in my cup, I'ma pour it up
Yeah, yeah
Like a elevator, my n*ggas going up, uh

[Verse 2]
Johnny test, uh
My n*gga, your dawgs is dookie
She suck my di*k like a motherf*ckin' smoothie
Shots in the clips, I'm not talking a movie
Yeah, yeah
My n*gga, I don't mean a movie, uh
I f*cked yo b*tch, she a groupie, heh
Heh, she cannot lose me, damn
She think I'm cheatin' but that b*tch, she don't got no proof, ay
Diamonds on me, they be blue, hey
She tryna f*ck on the crew, yay
Hop in that motherf*ckin' coupe
We take down the roof
Then my n*ggas, we shoot
He don't want beef, that boy, he want a truce
b*tch, I'm the goat but this sh*t is not new
[Verse 3]
Two twin Glocks, bet it give a n*gga dimples
If a n*gga run up on me
Swear to God, it'll be simple
And she laughing like a riddle
And she tickle on my pickle
And the ice on up my neck, man, it feels like a sickle
n*ggas be laughing like riddle, uh
Eat on my di*k, Skittles, ooh
My n*ggas, we found him, I'm not talking Malcom
My n*ggas, we shoot in the middle, ooh
Got a lot of fans up
Got a lot of bands up
Told a pus*y n*gga, pick his mans up, yeah
Show in the north
Got a show in Atlanta
Countin' all the money that I ran up, uh
Effortlessly, I just be switching flows, eh, yeah
But I don't switch bros, ayy
How I be switching my flows, eh, yeah
We on a roll
Hold on
Gotta f*ck with my clothes on, uh
She gon suck me with her clothes on, uh
Diamonds on me like Frozone
Pull up on a n*gga with a pole though
All of these n*ggas be snitchin', they talk to the motherf*ckin' police yeah
I do not f*ck with these n*ggas, they hating, but n*ggas don't know me, yeah, huh
She suck my di*k in motherf*ckin' back of the whip
I done pulled up with that motherf*ckin' gun and it's all on my hip, then we shoot, then we dip
Gun on her lip
b*tch I blew up like a crip
Get off my di*k, she gon flip
Henny it's all in my motherf*ckin' cup, uh-huh
I'm 'bout to go take a sip