Do the Most - SHORELINE MAFIA, Duke Deuce

Captain K-Roll came to jugg and finesse

Pop checks, pop X, probably loading up a TEC

You ain’t doin' shit for the gang, why you hang out?

Niggas wanna bang out, we gon' bring that thang out, bitch

You can’t suck or fuck me

This a million-dollar dick, if I hit, she’s lucky

Probably tellin' all her friends, «He that nigga from 'Musty'»

I’ma fuck her in the Bimmer, off a Benzo, I’m bussin'

No discussion, we’re not tusslin', if it’s beef, then we bussin'

I’m a real cutthroat, I sell some dope to my cousin

You a real dumb ho, suckin' dick, left with nothing

Got her jumpin' on the dick and this the bitch that you trusting

Okay, lil' bitch, yeah, do that shit

Oh, your man not home?

You tryna do that dick

I’m that nigga doin' shows, making moves off a brick

I’m a young fly nigga, watch me fuck on your bitch

Ayy, I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat

I’m from the coast where we do the most

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks

I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat

I’m from the coast where we do the most

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks

He a lame on the block, nigga, who that there?

(Who that there?)

I’m a big dog gangster, nigga, we don’t care (We don’t care)

If you ain’t a broke nigga, throw your bands in the air (Bands in the air)

If you bleed what I bleed, nigga, bitch, that’s rare (Bitch, that’s rare)

These are big Folks, GDs up in here (G's)

And I ain’t scared of nan nigga reppin' over there (Reppin' over there)

Gone off the Xan, but I ain’t sleepin' over here

A nigga dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin' up in here

Lots of VVS diamonds on the v-neck (V-neck)

Fuck niggas hollerin', «Who?»

but we next

Had to tell the engineer to keep that (Keep that)

Over chopper?

Hell nah, I can’t leave that (Brr)

Go over there, bitch, we don’t care (Don't care)

In the VIP with my wrist in the air (Wrist in the air)

Every diamond on me is a glist', don’t stare (Don't stare)

Eliantte Rollie, Jubilee, it ain’t fair, yeah

I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat

I’m from the coast where we do the most

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks

I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I’m from the coast where we do the most (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks (Ayy, ayy)

Go out to Memphis and I fuck with my Folk niggas

I don’t got a gun, then your ass gettin' poked, nigga

Choppa, machetes, show you that reggie

You can’t get your money back, nigga, I’m petty

It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti

I’m with Thugger Thugger, nigga just like Jefferey

We ain’t goin' steady, we just fuckin', is you ready?

I’ll turn your life up, let me know if you ready

Your nigga, he a bitch, nah, he ain’t gon' do nothin'

Give me that soda, tryna screw somethin'

Posted a pic on Instagram with your new gun

But your lame ass still ain’t pull nothin', ayy

(Fuck nigga)

(Niggas take pictures on the motherfuckin' 'Gram with they motherfuckin' gun)

(Niggas ain’t gon' do nothin', they bitch-made)

Ayy, I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat

I’m from the coast where we do the most

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks

I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs

I got a chop right under my coat

I’m from the coast where we do the most

Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks