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do the most - otm lyrics

[intro]
(i get my work from the narco)

[verse 1: duffy]
came in with a fishing pole tryna see his jordans float
opps know they got no hope, the stinc team got the loaf
this ain’t no deal money, bro, wе got all this on our own
everybody learned from somе, i picked up habits from the g.o.a.t
flu flammer, i’m a pro, whacked another average joe
how he do that off the dome, every bar could be a quote
mei ling, sue yung, what we on? i want ’em both
i’m tryna come and show my thanks for savin’ me from goin’ broke

[chorus: duffy]
it’s a lot of opps, but they should know how that sh*t go
we be outside every day, will they pull up? they probably won’t
n*ggas politickin’ on us, but they don’t really want no smoke
get the dough and disappear, i had to turn into a ghost
got my chop with me, try it, then i’m finna do the most
lookin’ for his kickin’ spot, i’m tryna whack him and his folks
any time i leave the house, i got the blower in my coat
chalk zone him, bullet holes left his whole hoodie soaked
[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
every time i leave the house, i got the fat daddy on me
off the perky, goin’ crazy, back strokin’
she like, “the d*ck is good, but you gotta chill, my back broken”
the stincs the only ones goin’ crazy, you other n*ggas had motion
just called back and stomach was hurtin’ from bad potion
i came over here to take your money, but i brought a bag of lotion
he done made three ten bands off a three*pack of trojans
i keep big boy protection, n*gga, magnums only
the big boys ain’t outside, we gon’ tag they homies
when dealin’ drugs, don’t want zero, want cash only
not freestylin’ in the foreign, i like stashes only
i hang with coaches, flu flammers and scammers only
the plug

[verse 3: blue pesos]
a hundiddy on his head, an easy [?] on the floor
these n*ggas really the smoke? then i’ma let the k blow
they got a hundred, though, brains splattered out, these n*ggas jokes
you a pro flu flammer, yeah, we all crackin’ stoves
always sayin’ that you will, we all knowin’ that you won’t
do you really want these problems? you already know how that sh*t go
blammers in a louis tote, you thought the stincs was finna fold?
heard he talkin’ out his neck, i ain’t gon’ lie, these n*ggas bold
i’ma really have to show ’em, i’m a joint, you ain’t notice?
you put your trust in a b*tch, is you stupid? she a roller
sl!ck talk, we don’t condone it, high point, stay focused
you know gang and them comin’ with them semis fully loaded
ugh
[chorus: duffy]
it’s a lot of opps, but they should know how that sh*t go
we be outside every day, will they pull up? they probably won’t
n*ggas politickin’ on us, but they don’t really want no smoke
get the dough and disappear, i had to turn into a ghost
got my chop with me, try it, then i’m finna do the most
lookin’ for his kickin’ spot, i’m tryna whack him and his folks
any time i leave the house, i got the blower in my coat
chalk zone him, bullet holes left his whole hoodie soaked

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