Dahmer’s Crib lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
I'm feelin' this muf*cka
Huh?
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
My pockets stuffed with more dead guys than Jeffery Dahmer's apartment
Flyer than Aladdin
These hoes wanna ride me on a carpet
(Fly)
You n*ggas get no b*tches
So you mad and wanna start sh*t
(Ha)
(Conetti?) and MILF doin’ tricks for me
Turn a hotel room into Cirque du Soleil
(Okay)

[Verse]
It's 40, black, and got extensions
So I call it "Day Janet"
(40)
Big bankroll got so many colors
It match a pint of Sorbet
I spent 8 bluestrips on these Balmains
And still beat 'em like they J’s
Boy, yo baby Mama ugly
How you don't gang bang
But you still crack trays?
(Ha ha)
[Chorus]
My pockets stuffed with more dead guys than Jeffery Dahmer's apartment
Flyer than Aladdin
These hoes wanna ride me on a carpet
(Fly)
You n*ggas get no b*tches
So you mad and wanna start sh*t
(Ha)
(Conetti?) and MILF do tricks for me
Turn a hotel room into Cirque du Soleil