Do The Most By Shoreline Mafia
(Ron-Ron, do that ***)
Captain Karo, came to jugg and finesse
Pop checks, pop X, probably loading up a TEC
You ain’t doin’ *** for the gang, why you hang out?
Niggas wanna bang out, we gon’ bring that thang out, ***
You can’t suck or *** me
This a million-dollar ***, if I hit, she’s lucky
Probably tellin’ all her friends, “He that *** from ‘Musty'”
I’ma *** 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 *** to my cousin
You a real dumb ho, suckin’ ***, left with nothing
Got her jumpin’ on the *** and this the *** that you trusting
Okay, lil’ ***, yeah, do that ***
Oh, your man not home? You tryna do that ***
I’m that *** doin’ shows, making moves off a brick
I’m a young fly ***, watch me *** on your ***
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 *** 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 *** with the Folks
He a lame on the block, ***, who that there? (Who that there?)
I’m a big dog gangster, ***, we don’t care (We don’t care)
If you ain’t a broke ***, throw your bands in the air (Bands in the air)
If you bleed what I bleed, ***, ***, that’s rare (***, that’s rare)
These are big Folks, GDs up in here (G’s)
And I ain’t scared of nan *** reppin’ over there (Reppin’ over there)
Gone off the Xan, but I ain’t sleepin’ over here
A *** dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin’ up in here
Lots of VVS diamonds on the v-neck (V-neck)
*** 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, ***, 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 *** 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 *** with the Folks (Ayy, ayy)
Go out to Memphis and I *** with my Folk niggas
I don’t got a ***, then your ass gettin’ poked, ***
Choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
You can’t get your money back, ***, I’m petty
It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti
I’m with Thugger Thugger, *** just like Jefferey
We ain’t goin’ steady, we just ***’, is you ready?
I’ll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
Your ***, he a ***, nah, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’
Give me that soda, tryna screw somethin’
Posted a pic on Instagram with your new ***
But your lame ass still ain’t pull nothin’, ayy
(*** ***)
(Niggas take pictures on the motherfuckin’ ‘Gram with they motherfuckin’ ***)
(Niggas ain’t gon’ do nothin’, they ***-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 *** 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 *** with the Folks