Shoreline Mafia, Fenix Flexin, OHGEESY and Duke Deuce - Do The Most

Captain K roll, came to jugg and finesse
Pop checks, pop X, prolly loadin' 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 lucky
Prolly tellin' all her friends, "He that nigga from Musty"
I'ma fuck her in a Beamer, off a Benzo, I'm bussin'
No discussion, we 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 hoe, suckin' dick all for nothin'
Got her jumpin' on the dick and this the bitch that you trustin'?
Okay lil' bitch, yeah, do that shit
Oh, you're man not home? You tryna do that dick?
I'm that nigga doin' shows, makin' moves off a brick
I'm a young fly nigga, watch me fuck on yo' 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, he a lame on the block, nigga, who that there? (Who that there?)
I'm a big dawg 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)
I'm with big Folks, GDs up in here (GDs)
And I ain't scared nan nigga reppin' over there (reppin' over there)
Gone off a Xan' but I ain't sleepin' over here
A nigga diss 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 (we next)
Had to tell the engineer to keep that (keep that)
Over chopper? Hell nah, I can't leave it (brrt)
Yeah, 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 please don't stare (don't stare)
Elliante Rollie, jubilee, it ain't fair (ain't fair)

Bitch, 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, ayy)
I'm from the coast where we do the most (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks

Go out to Memphis and I fuck with my Folks
Niggas I don't got a gun then yo' ass gettin' poked
Nigga choppa, machete, 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 fuck, when is you ready?
I tear your life up, let me know if you ready
That nigga, he a bitch, nah, he ain't gon' do nothin'
Give me that soda, tryna screw somethin'
Posted a pic on Instagram with yo' new gun
But yo' lame ass still ain't prove nothin' (broke nigga)

Niggas take pictures on the motherfuckin' Gram with they motherfuckin' gun
Niggas ain't gon' do none, bitch made (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

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

Written by:
Alejandro Carranza, Patavious Isom, Fenix Rypinski

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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