Jeffrey Dahmer.
Aye
Killer in the bed, eat her up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Bitch I keep a Uzi and you know my money longer
Tryna run up like a thot you get shots to your momma
I'm just tryna run it up and get up to these commas
Your little bitch a hoe, wonder why you still call her?
Sending shots and getting money guess that I'm a baller
Need no hoe all these bitches I been dodgin'
Heading to the top I ain't ever gonna be falling'
Got something to say?
(Uh huh)
Say it to my face
Bitch I keep it on my waist
If you think I fucken' play
Aye, roll you in a J'
Ask yo' shorty and I bet she know my name
Bitch I got a bust down
Type to make your bitch frown
Bitch, I'm the talk of town
Bet you hear me all around
Shit, wrist drippin' water type to make yo' bitch drown
Heard you talkin' shit bitch you better pipe down
Don't know who to trust everybody just be fake
Avoiding everybody I'm just in my own lane
Sayin' that "I changed" but I'm back to my old ways
Will I stay the same? Bitch you know, always
Aye
Killer in the bed, eat her up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Bitch I keep a Uzi and you know my money longer
Tryna run up like a thot you get shots to your momma
I'm just tryna run it up and get up to these commas
Your little bitch a hoe, wonder why you still call her?
Sending shots and getting money guess that I'm a baller
Need no hoe all these bitches I been dodgin'
Heading to the top I ain't ever gonna be falling'
Killer in the bed, eat her up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Bitch I keep a Uzi and you know my money longer
Tryna run up like a thot you get shots to your momma
I'm just tryna run it up and get up to these commas
Your little bitch a hoe, wonder why you still call her?
Sending shots and getting money guess that I'm a baller
Need no hoe all these bitches I been dodgin'
Heading to the top I ain't ever gonna be falling'
Got something to say?
(Uh huh)
Say it to my face
Bitch I keep it on my waist
If you think I fucken' play
Aye, roll you in a J'
Ask yo' shorty and I bet she know my name
Bitch I got a bust down
Type to make your bitch frown
Bitch, I'm the talk of town
Bet you hear me all around
Shit, wrist drippin' water type to make yo' bitch drown
Heard you talkin' shit bitch you better pipe down
Don't know who to trust everybody just be fake
Avoiding everybody I'm just in my own lane
Sayin' that "I changed" but I'm back to my old ways
Will I stay the same? Bitch you know, always
Aye
Killer in the bed, eat her up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Bitch I keep a Uzi and you know my money longer
Tryna run up like a thot you get shots to your momma
I'm just tryna run it up and get up to these commas
Your little bitch a hoe, wonder why you still call her?
Sending shots and getting money guess that I'm a baller
Need no hoe all these bitches I been dodgin'
Heading to the top I ain't ever gonna be falling'
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Writer(s): Matthew Rios
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