Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do the Most, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song Mafia Bidness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Do the Most |
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 |