You Are Not M.O.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bass Santana] Pack down, pack, pack Pack down, racks out, act out I'll pull your card, no bitch, this ain't no motherfuckin' joke Light skin, dark skin, option, caution I can't trust 'em, they be plottin' on the low Hit me on my phone, yeah, flip a couple O's, yeah Ice pack cold, yeah, prices for the low, yeah Never been a ho, yeah, roach trained to go, yeah Juggin' on my own, yeah, love bein' alone, yeah (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) [Interlude: Robb Bank$] Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo [Verse 2: Robb Banks] Hit my nigga Bhris when the pack touchdown (Yuh) Half on the lick, yeah, 50 with the split, yeah All my lil' youngins, they gon' hold this shit down That's just how we vomin', I been up to somethin' I'm Olympic runner (Yeah) Niggas goin' rogue, yeah, you are not M.O., yeah Stop tryin' so hard, yeah, y'all doin' the most, yeah Keep your circle close, yeah (Close yeah, facts, close yeah) You ain't goin' nowhere, facts [Verse 3: Kin$oul] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy The pack came, burned the whole thang Propane in my damn veins Feelin' good, like okay Sorry, shawty, I don't do that cocaine (Uh uh) So high like Soul Plane All in my head tryna know things (Yuh) So high like Soul Plane All in my head tryna know things (Woo) [Verse 4: Robb Bank$ & Bass Santana] Made her suck that dick, she like it (Yeah) Baby just don't bite it (Swear) Fightin', Teen Titan All gold Cuban, dipped and whited I done Percs I get to wildin' I start itchin' I get violent Gotta TV dinner, mommy put her thighs to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh) Beat it up, uh Beat it up (Swear, swear) Two phones, speed it up I go get that bag, they gon' see the stuff (Yuh) Nigga do not play me like we the punks I took three Perc 10's on a empty stomach I made love to your bitch then threw it up Yeah I ain't eat in three days, how you been like us? Swear [Outro: Bhris & absentwill] What the fuck is going on It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck your bitch in the ass Yes, you know what is going on Yeah, it's me and absentwill Yeah, you gotta say some shit too Ooh, ayy, let me talk my shit too Ooh, I'ma hit 'em with a big tool Ooh, and I'll take they ass back to school Ooh, skrrt skrrt in the coupe, ooh