Do the Most lyrics

[Intro]
(Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Captain K-Roll came to jugg and finesse
Pop checks, pop X, probably loading up a TEC
You ain't doin' sh*t for the gang, why you hang out?
n*ggas wanna bang out, we gon' bring that thang out, b*tch
You can't suck or f*ck me
This a million-dollar di*k, if I hit, she's lucky
Probably tellin' all her friends, "He that n*gga from 'Musty'"
I'ma f*ck 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' di*k, left with nothing
Got her jumpin' on the di*k and this the b*tch that you trusting
Okay, lil' b*tch, yeah, do that sh*t
Oh, your man not home? You tryna do that di*k
I'm that n*gga doin' shows, making moves off a brick
I'm a young fly n*gga, watch me f*ck on your b*tch

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
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 f*ck 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*ck with the Folks
[Verse 2: Duke Duece]
He a lame on the block, n*gga, who that there? (Who that there?)
I'm a big dog gangster, n*gga, we don't care (We don't care)
If you ain't a broke n*gga, throw your bands in the air (Bands in the air)
If you bleed what I bleed, n*gga, b*tch, that's rare (b*tch, that's rare)
These are big Folks, GDs up in here (G's)
And I ain't scared of nan n*gga reppin' over there (Reppin' over there)
Gone off the Xan, but I ain't sleepin' over here
A n*gga dissed my mans, he ain't leavin' up in here
Lots of VVS diamonds on the v-neck (V-neck)
f*ck n*ggas 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, b*tch, 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

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
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*ck 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 f*ck with the Folks (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Go out to Memphis and I f*ck with my Folk n*ggas
I don't got a gun, then your ass gettin' poked, n*gga
Choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
You can't get your money back, n*gga, I'm petty
It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti
I'm with Thugger Thugger, n*gga just like Jefferey
We ain't goin' steady, we just f*ckin', is you ready?
I'll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
Your n*gga, he a b*tch, 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
(f*ck n*gga)
(n*ggas take pictures on the motherf*ckin' 'Gram with they motherf*ckin' gun)
(n*ggas ain't gon' do nothin', they b*tch-made)

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
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 f*ck 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*ck with the Folks