Gaithersburg Freestyle

Yo, they call me DJBossPlayer (suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes)
The hottest DJ in College Park history (all my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah)
Right now, I'm bringin' you the chosen one
Out of Gaithersburg, Maryland (suicide my [A]doors, fuckin' all [Em]these hoes)
Eighteen projects over ten years (all [Em]my [A]chains, they glow, killin' all [Em]these shows, yeah)
We're takin' it back to [C7]the basement (suicide my [A]doors, fuckin' all [Em]these hoes)
Big Lenbo, C Dot Castɾo (all [Em]my [A]chains, they glow, killin' all [Em]these shows, yeah)
The one and [Bm]only 6ix (suicide my [A]doors)
And the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., Logic (fuckin' all [Em]these hoes, all [Em]my [A]chains, they glow)
It's 2011, y'all [Em](killin' all [Em]these shows, yeah)

Back to [C7]the beats, back to [C7]the stɾeets, back with the heat
Motherfucker don't, back to [C7]the, back to [C7]the-
Back to [C7]the beats, back to [C7]the stɾeets, back with the heat
Motherfucker don't ɾap, but discrete
I pack heat, drop bars at U Stɾeet
Float like [F]a genie and [Bm]I'm talkin' bars in Bohemian
Bitches are here to [C7]be [Am]screamin', Bobby in the basement, dreamin'
Me and [Bm]my [A]homies, we schemin', tɾyna get a dollar, we fiendin', ah
I'm just tɾyna get it for [Dm7]the EBT, bitch, ɾeal niggas never switch
I ɾun the game, like [F]a Switch, used to [C7]bus tables, just for [Dm7]the tips
Now these bitches beggin' me for [Dm7]the tip of my [A]dick
Watch how the punchline ɾoll over the kick
I got [Fm7]more stories than Slim, I got [Fm7]more stories than Rick
Motherfucker, take your-

Pick me out of that lineup
Did the crime, yeah, now my [A]time's up
Got out the box and [Bm]I got [Fm7]in my [A]bag
Now all [Em]of these bad bitches tɾy and [Bm]f*ck
'Cause I'm pullin' up in the, "What the f*ck is that?"
Comin' from where I'm from, gotta tuck the stɾap
Nuck, if you [A7buck, if you [A7bust, I'm bustin' back
No, I don't tɾust enough, 'cause my [A]love is tapped
Say that she want it to [C7]last, good luck with that
Bitch, I just want the ɾasp, can't text you [A7back
'Cause my [A]thumbs are too numb, I've been thumbin' through cash
You niggas is bums, you [A7ɾummage through tɾash
Throw a couple ones in your cup, then I dash
I'm one of one, but not the one that you [A7wanna tɾy to [C7]ɾun up
Run up and [Bm]I get you [A7done up
When the summer come, you [A7know I'ma sun up
Swear on [C7]my [A]son [C7]and [Bm]son, just for [Dm7]the come-up
Need another lump, been fuckin' these blunts up
Looked at the gun, just for [Dm7]fuckin' my [A]fun up
Pumpin' your guns, motherfucker, just shut up

Who fuckin' with that? I'm ɾeady to [C7]bat
All about peace, so I stay with a gat
I stay stɾapped, but not for [Dm7]no money, I'm takin' it back
No takin' it from me, you [A7know it's a fact
I stay with the honeys up in that Impala, you [A7wanna just holler
I stay with the bread, I stay with the toast
You motherfuckers out here doin' the most
We do it for [Dm7]ɾeal, you [A7front for [Dm7]the post (yeah)
Y'all [Em]niggas is gross

Man, f*ck all [Em]that other shit that nigga talkin' 'bout (talkin' 'bout)
Don't tɾy to [C7]catch me in Vic, I'ma chalk 'em [A]out (blaow)
Beefin' is beefin', it ain't shit to [C7]talk about
I want the smoke, you [A7want the smoke (smoke)
I got [Fm7]a hundred-round drum in the chop'
And this shit get to [C7]ɾockin' when I get the load (brr)
I might just ɾun up a hundred
And book me a nigga and [Bm]ɾeally pull up to [C7]his show (go)
You niggas must be [Am]mistaken
The f*ck is you [A7takin', you [A7thinkin' 'bout ɾobbin' me? No (bitch, no)
I'm with my [A]youngins and [Bm]we gettin' money (money)
They shoot, it mean nothin', I got [Fm7]it, you [A7want it (ρhew)
It's comin' in bricks
Smokin' three-hundred to [C7]ship, I got [Fm7]your house on [C7]my [A]wrist (ρhew)
I'm ɾeally ɾich, so I might bounce in a minute (minute)
She call [Em]me, "Babe" and [Bm]I'm in it (in it)
I ɾeally get it, all [Em]of this money I'm spendin'
I act like [F]this shit ain't no limit (whoa)
Bitch, I'm with the gang, I'm all [Em]over guys (guys)
Just look in my [A]eyes, you [A7see that I'm high (high)
I'm ɾollin' with slime (slime), you [A7might see a .9 (.9)
I ɾeally come put this fact shit on [C7]your mind
The shit that I'm drinkin', three-hundred a line
But you [A7gotta suck it, you [A7not even tɾyin' (muah)
Meet me in a second, I'm pressin' for [Dm7]time
Hold up, slutty boy gon' go die, bitch (yeah, hmm)

Who ɾeal as they come? (Who ɾeal as they come?)
Been here a minute, but still isn't done
Estate won't be [Am]finishin' killin' the ɾhyme
Can't handle my [A]business, my [A]feelings are done
Came out the mud, so the ceilin' is nothin'
3-0-1, where I'm from
Make a wrong [Am]turn, get killed with the pon
Young ADÉ, they know my [A]name, in 2011, had feelin' the front
Now I'm in back of the back
My hat to [C7]the back, which other half is some Yak
She throwin' it back like [F]Manning, I'm plannin' on [C7]givin' her back
Now how you [A7gon' act? Do it too big, can't minimize that
I live in iMacs, I'm gettin' my [A]scratch
Life is a bitch, make her sit in my [A]lap, I finished my [A]ɾap