Mr. Do the Most
I know they watchin', time to put on a show
This for all the nights that I been on the road
Skippin' states, tryna make it back home
Yeah I'm on my own but I'm never alone
Designer weed, you can tell by the odor
Mr. Do The Most, I just hotboxed the Rover
Always high, I don't wanna be sober
Hunnids on me, you know I'm a high roller
Flippin' hoes, why you tryna control her?
Slut her out and act like Ion her
In her guts again but she callin' it closure
Why you cuff that hoe? She been through the promoter
I'm in the Bahamas inhalin' that ocean air
You can't get where I'm at just by playin' fair
With a boujee bitch, can't decide what to wear
Hold up her hair while she pull down my underwear
I got on Fendi, my bitch got on Fenti
Shoutout Rhianna, my bitch lookin' trendy
Just blew her back out in back of a Bentley
She off the honey pack don't need no Henny
I could turn her Kim K, but the bitch might resent me
If I leak the tape, leave her friends in a frenzy
I been ran through Penny, I been fucked Mackenzie
But they'll never tell, they just sit back and envy
Brown boys back winnin' man shoutout to Nav
Livin' this life always knew I would have
I picked up the mic, member they used to laugh
Threw dirt on my name now use it me to brag
Woah! They tellin' me Ray time to switch up the flow
They tellin' me Ray time to go do a show
I was down to my lowest, I turnt to a pro
Now I got labels callin' tryna throw me some dough
I got more... drugs than a medic
I'm smokin' unleaded
You start it, I dead it
Masked up like pandemic
Glock 17, on the dresser
Purple flower burnin' that's that pressure
Tell her touch her toes, then I bless em
Tossin' all these hoes, we don't stress em
Ima livin' legend in the makin'
Got her feenin' cause I left that pussy achin'
Came from nothin' really came up from the basement
Real gunnas never went and made a statement
Ooouuu, it's a damn shame
All these bitches corny, bring Young M.A back to the rap game
All the real niggas with the fat chains
All the bad bitches with the phat thangs
Don't try me, I let the Nina bang
Call it DeJ Loaf the way the Nina sang
This for all the nights that I been on the road
Skippin' states, tryna make it back home
Yeah I'm on my own but I'm never alone
Designer weed, you can tell by the odor
Mr. Do The Most, I just hotboxed the Rover
Always high, I don't wanna be sober
Hunnids on me, you know I'm a high roller
Flippin' hoes, why you tryna control her?
Slut her out and act like Ion her
In her guts again but she callin' it closure
Why you cuff that hoe? She been through the promoter
I'm in the Bahamas inhalin' that ocean air
You can't get where I'm at just by playin' fair
With a boujee bitch, can't decide what to wear
Hold up her hair while she pull down my underwear
I got on Fendi, my bitch got on Fenti
Shoutout Rhianna, my bitch lookin' trendy
Just blew her back out in back of a Bentley
She off the honey pack don't need no Henny
I could turn her Kim K, but the bitch might resent me
If I leak the tape, leave her friends in a frenzy
I been ran through Penny, I been fucked Mackenzie
But they'll never tell, they just sit back and envy
Brown boys back winnin' man shoutout to Nav
Livin' this life always knew I would have
I picked up the mic, member they used to laugh
Threw dirt on my name now use it me to brag
Woah! They tellin' me Ray time to switch up the flow
They tellin' me Ray time to go do a show
I was down to my lowest, I turnt to a pro
Now I got labels callin' tryna throw me some dough
I got more... drugs than a medic
I'm smokin' unleaded
You start it, I dead it
Masked up like pandemic
Glock 17, on the dresser
Purple flower burnin' that's that pressure
Tell her touch her toes, then I bless em
Tossin' all these hoes, we don't stress em
Ima livin' legend in the makin'
Got her feenin' cause I left that pussy achin'
Came from nothin' really came up from the basement
Real gunnas never went and made a statement
Ooouuu, it's a damn shame
All these bitches corny, bring Young M.A back to the rap game
All the real niggas with the fat chains
All the bad bitches with the phat thangs
Don't try me, I let the Nina bang
Call it DeJ Loaf the way the Nina sang
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Writer(s): Revanth Nedurumalli
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