🎵 Gaithersburg Freestyle // by Logic

26 Contributors Gaithersburg Freestyle Lyrics [Intro: DJ Boss Player, C Dot Castro & Logic] Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes (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 hoes (Right now, I'm bringin' you the chosen one out of Gaithersburg, Maryland) All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah (Eighteen projects over ten years) Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes (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 hoes (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) [Verse 1: Logic] 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 [Verse 2: C Dot Castro] 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 [Verse 3: Big Lenbo] 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 [Verse 4: Fat Trel & ADÉ] 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, 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) This 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'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' 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, shorty boy gon' go die, bitch (Yeah, hm) [Verse 5: ADÉ] Who real as they come? (Who real as they come?) Been here a minute, but still isn't done The stable be killin' shit, 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 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