Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DC Sniper, artist - Kamiyada+. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DC Sniper |
| Free Xela |
| Yah |
| D.C. sniper, shoot through the peephole |
| Smoking that Mexico pack with my 'migos |
| Trap sophisticated, it got a keycode |
| Enter the Matrix, I jack in and reload |
| Drugs got me buzzed, beyond infinity |
| Blackout with my bitch, Neo and Trinity |
| You sendin' shots, my nigga, you kiddin' me |
| Promise to God that they are not hittin' me |
| Bad bitch, she look like Topanga |
| We 'bout to turn the tour bus to the Bang Bus |
| I might nut on that bitch just to fuck up her makeup |
| Wiping my eyes with the racks when I wake up |
| Walk into Bardens, I’m spending yo' pay stub |
| Look like you starvin', lil' boy, get yo' cake up |
| But they alter egos on this beat, they that fake, huh? |
| Keep stuttering, stuttering, he don’t want no static |
| Rocket power straps, they automatic |
| Aiming at yo' Doug Dimmadome with the ratchet |
| Timmy turn on yo' block and you disappear like magic |
| Phone the lieutenant, I’m causing havoc |
| Yo' bitch gon' bounce on my dick like a rabbit |
| No fuckin' spoon, she gon' eat like a savage |
| She say I’m cleaner than soap, MacTavish |
| Huh, flashbang, bustin' through yo' door, that’s the flashbang |
| You a pussy nigga riding in a fast lane |
| What the fuck you call that? |
| That’s a rat race |
| How you snitchin' on yo mans? |
| Man, I can’t relate |
| What’s a AR-15 to a China Lake? |
| I am not of this Earth, I’m from outer space |
| Smokin' interstellar gas, Matt McConaughey |
| Everything I do live, Letterman |
| That lil' bitch wanna fuck, I’ma schedule it |
| 2020, I’m running for president |
| I’m more real than these niggas have ever been |
| My new whip got a digital dash |
| They call me since you not first then you last |
| L.A. confidential, smokin' that gas |
| College dropout, I make more than your dad |
| Now you mad |
| My boy up in jail, yeah, he lock, lock |
| 30 rounds in that clip, that’s a Glock, Glock |
| She go dumb on that dick, she a thot, thot |
| I drop down, hit his leg, that’s a drop-shot |
| FBI on my ass, that a cop, cop |
| I’ma slide out the back if they knock, knock |
| Feelin' like '05 way, got the block hot |
| You hit her phone, she reply with a dot dot, stop |
| D.C. sniper, shoot through the peephole |
| Smoking that Mexico gas with my 'migos |
| Trap sophisticated, it got a keycode |
| I enter the Matrix, I jack in and reload |
| Drugs got me buzzed, beyond infinity |
| Blackout with my bitch, Neo and Trinity |
| You sendin' shots, my nigga, you kiddin' me |
| My nigga, you wylin', that shit is not hittin' me |
| Everything I do live, Letterman |
| That lil' bitch wanna fuck, I’ma schedule it |
| 2020, I’m running for president |
| I’m more real than these niggas have ever been |
| In the field, we not goin' out sad |
| Reload the clip and let off on yo' ass |
| They call me since you not first then you last |
| L.A. confidential, smokin' that gas |
| That’s facts |