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

Suicide my doors Fuckin' all these hoes (yo, they call me DJBossPlayer) All my chains, they glow, killing all these shows Yeah (The hottest DJ in College Park history) Suicide my doors, fucking all these hoes (Right now) I'm bringing you the chosen one out of Gaithersburg, Maryland) All my chains They glow, killing all these shows Yeah (eighteen projects over ten years) Suicide my doors, fucking all these hoes (We're taking it back to the basement) All my chains, they glow, killing all these shows Yeah (Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro) Suicide my doors, fucking all these hoes (The one and only 6ix and the motherfucking GOAT) All my chains, they glow, killing 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 dropping bars at Bohemian Bitches are here to be screaming, Bobby in the basement, dreaming Me and my homies, we scheming, tryna get a dollar, we fiending, ah I'm just tryna get it for 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 begging 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 out of 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 pulling 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 busting 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 thumbing 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 run 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 Pumping your gums, 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 holler 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 gross Man, fuck all that other shit that nigga talking about (talking about) Don't try to catch me and Vic', I'ma chalk them out (blaow) Beefing is beefing, it ain't shit to talk about I want the smoke, you want the smoke (smoke) I got a hundred-round drum in the chop' And this shit get to rocking when I get the load (brrt) I might just run up a hundred And book me a nigga and really pull up to his show (go) You niggas must be mistaken The fuck is you takin', you thinkin' 'bout robbing me? No (Bitch, no) I'm with my youngins and we getting money (money) This shit really nothin', I got it, you want it (phew) It's comin' in bricks Smoking three-hundred to ship I got your house on my wrist (phew) I'm newly 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 spending I act like this shit ain't no limit (woah) Bitch, I'm with the gang, I'm rolling with gods (gods) Just look in my eyes, you see that I'm high (high) I'm rolling with slime (slime), you might see a .9 (.9) I really come put this fact shit on your mind The shit that I'm drinking three-hundred a line But you got to suck it, you not even tryin' (mwah) Meet me in a second, I'm pressing for time Hold up, shorty boy gon' go die, bitch (yeah, hm) Who real as they come? (who real as they come?) Been here a minute, but still isn't done The stable be killing shit, killing the rhyme Can't handle my business, my feelings are done Came out the mud, so the ceiling 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 back, my hat to the back With your other half and some 'yac She throwing it back like Manning, I'm planning on giving her back Now how you gonna act? Do it too big, can't minimize that I live in iMacs, I'm getting my scratch Life is a bitch, make her sit in my lap, I finished my rap