[verse 1]

I'm on the ave smoking good za
Don’t talk to n***as still rockin' raw
Get so fly, I could stand next to Jah
Good God Almighty, look at this n***a yall
Exotic, exotic n***as want no smoke
U huff & puff, won’t blow nothing down
Everyone know who real in town
Everyone know u a red nose clown
In DC, everyone’s a builder
Bob, in fact, we all got drillers
But not everyone’s a killer
Fakin' for Twitter
He a cam girl how he dance on triller
Getting fucked by his bro’s
Ain’t no money being made off that pole
U sold your soul for a few bags a runtz
Used your re-up, just to stunt

KILL

Chanel in this bitch
Take 'em back to 2015
Had Margiela & Rick Owen seams
Back to the future
They just catchin' up
Hey McFly they
Need a heads up
What’s next?
Replica, replica
Audio Technica
Put my headphones on
Get in my jam
& watch how I bam
U jhi like trippin' fool
Need to calm down
KILL


[hook]

DC RAGER (AHH)
DC SNIPER (BOOM)
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
TURN POP INTO HOP
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS
AYE MOE

DC RAGER (AHH)
DC SNIPER (BOOM)
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
TURN POP INTO HOP
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS

[verse 2]

AYE MOE AYE MOE, yeah
Kill I’m uptown with 32, yeah who are u?
Down southside w Donnie Khalil
Rob Van Damn hit a 5 start splash
Onna Wells Fargo
Talked to Montana the other day
He said new Skoke on the way
Respect my crank cuz
These n***as not fuckin wit me slim

KILL

Fuck NY cuz my old bitch bogus
Wish her out my life
*poof* hocus pocus
I need more focus
& I need more jeans
I need a Telfar bag
For my Prada red beam

Yeahh- yeahhhhhh, yeah

[hook]

DC RAGER, yeah
DC SNIPER
AIM FOR THE TOP
PUT PAIN IN MY BOPS
GLITTERBOI GANGSTA
SHINE A LIGHT ON MY OPPS

*glitterboi gangsta turn pop inna hop*
Kill, kill-kill-kill, kill