DC Rager

I'm on the Ave smoking good za
Don't talk to niggas still rockin' Raw
Get so fly, I could stand next to Jah
Good God Almighty, look at this nigga y'all
Exotic, exotic niggas want no smoke
You huff & puff, won't blow nothing down
Everyone know who real in town
Everyone know you 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 camgirl
How he dance for Triller
Getting fucked by his bros
Ain't no money being made with that pole
You sold your sold for a few bag a runtz
Used your re-up, just to stunt
OK
Chanel in this bitch
Take 'em back to 2015
Had Margiela & Rick Owen jeans, KILL
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
And watch how I bam
You jhi like trippin' fool, need to calm down
KILL

DC rager, ahhh
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, ahhh
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, aye moe, yeah
Kill I'm uptown with 32, yeah who are you
Down southside with Chris & Khalil
Rob Van Damn hit a 5 star splash onna Wells Fargo
Talked to Montana the other day
He said, new Skoke on the way
Respect my crank cuz
These niggas not fuckin' with me slim
Fuck New York cuz my old bitch bogus, Kill
Wish her out my life, poof, hocus pocus
I need more focus and I need more jeans
I need a Telfar bag for my Prada red beam
Yeahh- yeah, yeah

DC rager
DC sniper
Aim for the top
Put pain in my bops, yeah
Glitterboi gangsta
Shine a light on my opps, yeah
Glitterboi gangsta
Shine a light on my opps, yeah



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Writer(s): Clyde Davis Iii
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