Bass Santana, Kin$oul, Robb Bank$, Bhris, absentwill - You Are Not M.O. lyrics
[Bass Santana, Kin$oul, Robb Bank$, Bhris, absentwill - You Are Not M.O. lyrics]
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
Never been a ho, yeah, roach trained to go
Yeah
Juggin' on my own, yeah, love bein' alone
Yeah (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
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 MO
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
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)
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
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
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
Never been a ho, yeah, roach trained to go
Yeah
Juggin' on my own, yeah, love bein' alone
Yeah (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
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 MO
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
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)
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
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