Gaithersburg Freestyle (feat. C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo, Fat Trel, & ADÉ)

Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hos (yo, they call me DJBossPlayer) All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah (the hottest DJ in College Park history) Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hos (right now, I'm bringin' you the chosen one outta Gaithersburg, Maryland) All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah (18 projects over ten years) Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hos (we're takin' it back to the basement) All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah (Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro) Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hos (the one and only 6ix and the motherfuckin' GOAT) All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah (Logic, it's 2011, y'all, yeah, uh) Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat Motherfucker don't rap indiscreet (back to the, back to the) Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat Motherfucker don't rap indiscreet I pack heat, drop bars at U Street Float like a genie, and I'm droppin' bars at Bohemian Bitches are here to be screamin', Bobby in the basement, dreamin' Me and my homies, we schemin', tryna get a dollar, we fiendin', ah I'm just tryna get it 'fore the EBT, bitch, real niggas never switch I run the game like a Switch, used to bus tables just for the tips Now these bitches beggin' me for the tip of my dick Watch out, I punch and roll over the kick I got more stories than Slick, I got more stories than Rick Motherfucker, take your pick Pick me outta that lineup, did the crime, yup, now my time's up Got out the box and I got in my bag, now all of these bad bitches try and fuck 'Cause I'm pullin' up in the, "What the fuck is that?" Comin' from where I'm from, gotta tuck the strap Knuck if you buck, if you bust, I'm bustin' back No one I trust enough, 'cause my love is tapped Say that she want it to last, good luck with that Bitch, I just want the racks, can't text you back 'Cause my thumbs are too numb, I've been thumbin' through cash You niggas is bums, you rummage through trash Throw a couple ones in your cup, then I dash I'm one of one, but not the one that you wanna try to one up Run up and I get you done up When the summer come, you know I'ma sun up Swear I'ma son a son just for the come-up Need another lump, been fuckin' these blunts up Looked at the gun just for fuckin' my fun up Pumpin' your guns, motherfucker, just shut up Who fuckin' with that? I'm ready to bat, all about peace, so I stay with a gat I stay strapped, but not for no money, I'm takin' it back, no takin' it from me You know it's a fact, I stay with the honeys, up in that Impala, you wanna just hollar I stay with the bread, I stay with the toast, you motherfuckers out here doin' the most We do it for real, you front for the post (yeah), y'all niggas is brokes Man, fuck all that other shit that nigga talkin' 'bout (talkin' 'bout) Don't try to catch me and Vic', I'ma chalk 'em out (blaow) Beefin' is beefin', it ain't shit to talk about I want the smoke, we want the smoke (smoke) I got a hunnid-round drum in the chop', and this shit get to rockin' when I get the lo' (brrt) I might just run up a hunnid, and book me a nigga and really pull up to his show (go) These niggas must be mistaken, the fuck is you takin', you thinkin' 'bout robbin' me? No (bitch, no) I'm with my youngins and we gettin' money (money) This shit really nothin', I got it, you want it (phew) It's comin' in bricks, smokin' 300 to ship, I got your house on my wrist (phew) I'm really rich, so I might bounce in a minute (minute), she call me "Babe" and I'm in it (in it) I really get it, all of this money I'm spendin', I act like this shit ain't no limit (whoa) Bitch, I'm with the gang, I'm rollin' with Gods (Gods) Just look in my eyes, you see that I'm high (high) I'm rollin' with slime (slime), you might see a .9 (.9) I really come put this fact shit on your mind The shit that I'm drinkin' 300 a line, but you gotta suck it, you not even tryin' (mwah) Meet me in a second, I'm pressin' for time, hol' up, slutty boy gon' go die, bitch (yeah, hm) Who real as it come? (Who real as it come?) Been here a minute, but still isn't done They still want me finished, ain't willin' to run Can't handle my bidness, my feelings are done Came out the mud, so the ceilin' is none 3-0-1 where I'm from, make a wrong turn, get killed with the pump Young ADÉ, they know my name, in 2011, had Phil in the front Now I'm in back of the 'Bach, my hat to the back With your other half and some 'yac She throwin' it back like Manning, I'm plannin' on givin' her back Now how you gon' act? Do it too big, can't minimize that I live in iMacs, I'm gettin' my scratch Life is a bitch, make her sit in my lap, I finished my rap