DOING THE MOST Lyrics

Lil' bit doin' the most

I'm eating her friend

While she sucking the goat

She come up, baby, don't choke

She smile, they wild, put it back in her throat

Throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat

Freaky bitches you know how it go

Shooters, I keep em close

Look in the mirror, look in the mirror

Ooh that boy doin' the most

Ooh that boy doin' the most

Ooh that boy doin' the most

Ooh that boy doin' the most

Ooh that boy doin' the most

Ball on my bitches, they think I'm a pro

I like it when they too rich to know

Candy cane, mix with her trees

Candy cane, crush with her coo

Lil' bitch, said I'm insane, she said I be doin' the most

Said I be doin' the most

Said I be doin' the most

Both wrists red light green light go

Send them both in the store

Bet they gon' cause a commotion

Don't it look good when I'm focused

Smoking that West and it's potent

Fucking we ain't through the door

I got a four for four

She blow me then go to some

My life, look like a show

Movie nigga, it's caught, like go pro

Levelin' up for show

I ain't the same, I'm bougie, baby

Excuse me, lil' ma, you can go

I'm feelin' myself like Uzi baby

They pay me just to sit close

But homies know, I'm a groovy, baby

(Fake shit hating shit)

Can't get with that

You fuck with my shit, maybe you don't

Niggas better get back

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

Turn your chest to a six-pack

Niggas be talking

Like they on the line

Let's see when I get back

Hm hm hm hm hm

Getting my lick back

Lil' bit talking like she want uh huh

She know that I'm with that

I ain't even talkin'bout what I'm gone, do with that

A nigga just did that

Two twins nicknamed mismatched

Freaky bitches, hit them like dispatch

Pour up a cup, sip that, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Freaky bitches comin', doin' the most

Doin' the most huh

Saying they gon' fuck me after the show

(Right after the show)

I ain't even gotta do much, nigga, I'ma just show up

Pull up in my bag, get another bag, then I just go

Go go go go

Usually slapped me a nigga, but then, had to learn how to grow up

Smokin' a lot back then, I used to pour up

Thirteen shots back then, nigga, wouldn't even throw up

Just tell him to pour up some more

Lil' bitch, she ready to go

Lil' bitch, she ready to go

I'm too lit, they don't tell me no

Niggas be feelin' like fast and furious room

A nigga on go

Go, go, go

A nigga on go