Shoreline Mafia, Duke Deuce – Do The Most Lyrics 

Lyrics Do The Most – Shoreline Mafia feat. Duke Deuce

Got the K roll, came to jugg and finesse
Pop checks, pop X, prolly loading up a Tec
You ain’t doin’ s**t for the gang, why you hang out
N**gas wanna bang out, we gon’ bring the gang out

B**ch, you can’t suck or f**k me
That’s a million-dollar dick, if I hit she lucky
Prolly tellin’ all her friends
He that n**ga from Musty
I’ma f**k her in a beamer
Off a benzo, I’m bussin’

No discussion, we not .. if it’s beef then we bussin’
I’m a real cutthroat, I sell some dope to my cousin
If you a real dumb h*e, sucking dick all for nothing
Got her jumping on the dick and this the b**ch that you trusting
Okay lil’ b**ch, yeah, do that s**t
Oh, you’re man not home You tryna do that dick
I’m that n**ga doin’ shows, making moves off a brick
I’m a young fly n**ga, watch me f**k on yo’ b**ch

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 f**k 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 f**k with the folks

He a lame on the block, n**ga, who that there
I’m a big .. gangster, n**ga, we don’t care
If you ain’t a broke n**ga, throw your bands in the air
If you bleed what I bleed, n**ga, b**ch that’s rare
.. up in here
And I ain’t scared of that n**ga rappin’ over there
Gone off the Xan but I ain’t sleepin’ under here
A n**ga dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin’ up in here
VVS diamonds on the ..
F**k n**gas holla at who but ..
.. tell her keep that
Over chopper Hell no, I can’t leave it
Go over there, b**ch we don’t care
VIP with my wrist in the air
Every diamond on me so please don’t stare
Baby I’m .., Rolex, you believe it ain’t fair

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 f**k 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 f**k with the folks

Go out to Memphis and I f**k with my folks
N**gas I don’t got a gun then yo’ ass gettin’ poked
N**ga choppa, machete, show you that reggie
Can’t get your money back, n**ga, I’m petty
It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti
I’m with thirty Thugger, n**ga just like Jefferey
We ain’t goin’ steady, we just f**k, when is you ready
I tear your life up, let me know if you ready
That n**ga, he a b**ch, nah, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’
Giνe me that soda, tryna screw somethin’
Posted a pic on Instagram with yo’ new gun
But yo’ lame ass thin like ..

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 f**k 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 f**k with the folks…

➤ Written by Ohgeesy, Duke Deuce & Fenix Flexin
Album: Mafia Bidness
Produced by Ron-Ron The Producer
Shoreline Mafia | Duke Deuce | 2020

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