You Are Not M.O. lyrics

[Verse 1: Kin$oul]
Pack down, pack, pack
Pack down, racks out, act out
I'll pull your card, no b*tch, this ain't no motherf*ckin' 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
Never been a ho, yeah, roach trained to go, yeah
Juggin' on my own, yeah, love bein' alone, yeah
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

[Interlude: Bass Santana]
Wait, turn me up, lil' b*tch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 2: Bass Santana]
Hit my n*gga Bhris when the pack touchdown (Yuh)
Half on the lick, yeah, 50 with the split, yeah
All my lil' youngins, they gon' hold this sh*t down
That's just how we vomin', I been up to somethin'
I'm Olympic runner (Yeah)
n*ggas 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: Bass Santana]
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$]
Made her suck that di*k, 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 sh*t (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)
n*gga do not play me like we the punks
I took three Perc 10's on a empty stomach
I made love to your b*tch then threw it up
Yeah I ain't eat in three days, how you been like us?
Swear
[Outro: Bhris & absentwill]
What the f*ck is going on
It's Bhris on the track, gonna f*ck your b*tch in the ass
Yes, you know what is going on
Yeah, it's me and absentwill
Yeah, you gotta say some sh*t too
Ooh, ayy, let me talk my sh*t 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