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Do The Most Video (MV)




Performed By: Woods
Language: English
Length: 4:00
Written by: Michael Woods
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Woods - Do The Most Lyrics




Gotta fetti fetish imma need all that shit
Steady steady nigga don't get hit
Resin on the bezel high times type shit
Splittin rezis with no hesi square niggas split checks

Runnin from your past, shit I'm tryna run it up
My dawg shoot and blast ain't even spill his cup
F*ck a number on a tag young nigga 1 of 1
Niggas not even in the game they claiming they won

But I'm IE made, out the eye of the storm
Pump fake and get yo card pulled nothin but the norm
Game rules already made you better conform
And respect the shooter, even if you don't like his form

We born into this, shits a gift and a curse
Life gotta whole toll better know what it's worth
Leave with no regrets, when you merging with dirt
So pay what you weigh nigga, I'm gettin my worth

Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most

Benzos, c notes, closed deals and closed escrows
Best coast, chrome spokes, palm trees and only the best dro
Do the most, get low, pop shit make sure them niggas know
Touch dough, don't fold, not done till the whole fam sewed

E A in my name but a nigga don't play
I got E A in my name real game better pay him
On the E way, Chi town, just coverin bases
Took the exit to halstead, not stayin

Verified in real life peep the blue stripes
Gettin high not by this shit really too light
Look me in my eyes get to know real strife
In my shell toes I real life earned my stripes

Lemme take it back to 265
Chopper lights so bright no point in blinds
Roof shaking, pure anxiety outside
You ain't gotta be high to be up all night

Its in me, not on me, but I'm still dumb clean
This for real bitches, real niggas, real Ps
Give yo hustle life, keep it on repeat
Pray yo stacks don't fold and you live all yo dreams

Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most

Benzos, c-notes, closed deals and closed escrows
Best coast, chrome spokes, palm trees and only the best dro
Do the most, get low, pop shit make sure them niggas know
Touch dough, don't fold, not done till the whole fam sewed
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English

Gotta fetti fetish imma need all that shit
Steady steady nigga don't get hit
Resin on the bezel high times type shit
Splittin rezis with no hesi square niggas split checks

Runnin from your past, shit I'm tryna run it up
My dawg shoot and blast ain't even spill his cup
F*ck a number on a tag young nigga 1 of 1
Niggas not even in the game they claiming they won

But I'm IE made, out the eye of the storm
Pump fake and get yo card pulled nothin but the norm
Game rules already made you better conform
And respect the shooter, even if you don't like his form

We born into this, shits a gift and a curse
Life gotta whole toll better know what it's worth
Leave with no regrets, when you merging with dirt
So pay what you weigh nigga, I'm gettin my worth

Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most

Benzos, c notes, closed deals and closed escrows
Best coast, chrome spokes, palm trees and only the best dro
Do the most, get low, pop shit make sure them niggas know
Touch dough, don't fold, not done till the whole fam sewed

E A in my name but a nigga don't play
I got E A in my name real game better pay him
On the E way, Chi town, just coverin bases
Took the exit to halstead, not stayin

Verified in real life peep the blue stripes
Gettin high not by this shit really too light
Look me in my eyes get to know real strife
In my shell toes I real life earned my stripes

Lemme take it back to 265
Chopper lights so bright no point in blinds
Roof shaking, pure anxiety outside
You ain't gotta be high to be up all night

Its in me, not on me, but I'm still dumb clean
This for real bitches, real niggas, real Ps
Give yo hustle life, keep it on repeat
Pray yo stacks don't fold and you live all yo dreams

Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most
Won't brag, won't boast, but niggas from the coast do the most

Benzos, c-notes, closed deals and closed escrows
Best coast, chrome spokes, palm trees and only the best dro
Do the most, get low, pop shit make sure them niggas know
Touch dough, don't fold, not done till the whole fam sewed
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Writer: Michael Woods
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