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

Yo, they call me DJBossPlayer
 The hottest DJ in College Park history
 Right now, I'm bringin' you the chosen one out of Gaithersburg, Maryland
 Eighteen projects over ten years
 We're takin' it back to the basement
 Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro
 The one and only 6ix and the motherfuckin' GOAT
 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 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 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 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 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 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
 Pumpin' 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 talkin' 'bout (talkin' 'bout)
 Don't try to catch me in vic', I'ma chalk 'em out (blaow)
 Beefin' is beefin', 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 rockin' 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 robbin' me? No (bitch, no)
 I'm with my youngins and we gettin' money (money)
 They shit really nothin', I got it, you want it (phew)
 It's comin' in bricks
 Smokin' 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 spendin'
 I act like this shit ain't no limit (woah)
 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'ma roll up 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' three-hundred a line
 But you gotta suck it, you not even tryin' (mwah)
 Meet me in a second, I'm pressin' for time
 Hold up, Slutty boy gang or die, bitch (yeah, hm)
 Who real as they come? (Who real as they come?)
 Been here a minute, but still isn't done
 Estate won't be finishin' killin' the rhyme
 Can't handle my business, 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 back, my hat to the back
 Which 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