ATR Pressure - 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 fuck 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

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