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 doors, fuckin´ all these hoes)
Eighteen projects over ten years (All my chains, they glow, killin´ all these shows, yeah)
We´re takin´ it back to the basement (Suicide my doors, fuckin´ all these hoes)
Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro, the one and only 6ix (All my chains, they glow, killin´ all these shows, yeah)
And the motherfuckin´ G.O.A.T, Logic (Suicide my doors, fuckin´ all these hoes)
It´s 2011, y´all! (All my chains, they glow, killin´ all these shows, yeah)
Yeah, uh

Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat

Motherfucker don´t , back to the , back to the
Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat
Motherfucker don´t rap, but discrete
I pack heat, drop bars at U Street
Float like a genie and I´m talkin´ bars in 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 bust 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 Slim, I got more stories than Rick
Motherfucker, take your

Pick me out of that lineup
Did the crime, yeah, 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
Nuck, if you buck, if you bust, I´m bustin´ back
No, I don´t trust enough, ´cause my love is tapped
Say that she want it to last, good luck with that
Bitch, I just want the rasp, 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 on my son and 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 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 (Brr)
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 shoot, it mean nothin´, I got it, you want it (Phew)
Just comin´ in bricks
Smokin´ three-hundred to ship, I got your house on my wrist (Phew)
Only the 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 all over guys (Guys)
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 gon´ go die, bitch (Yeah, hmm)

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 nothin´
3-0-1, where I´m from
Make a wrong turn, get killed with the pon
Young ADÉ, they know my name, in 2011, had feelin´ the front

Now I´m in back of the back
My hat to the back, which other half is some Yak
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