You Are Not M.O.

Pac down, Pac down, Pac

Pac down, Barack's out, act out

I'll pull your card, no bitches ain't no, motherfuckin' joke

Light skin, dark skin, option, caution

I can't trust 'em, baby, plottin' on the low

Hit me on my phone, flip a couple O's

Ice packed cold, prices for the low

Never been a ho (Yuh), roach trench coat (Yuh)

Trippin' on my own, love bein' alone

Chasethemoney, chasethemoney

Chasethemoney, chasethemoney

Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh

Woo, woo, woo

Hit my nigga Bhris when the Pack' touchdown

Half on the lick, fifty with the split

All my lil' youngins they gonna hold this shit down

That's just how we formin', I been up to somethin'

I'm Olympic runner

Niggas goin' rogue, you are not M.O

Stop tryin' so hard, you're doin' the most (Yeah)

Keep your circle close, yeah (Close yeah, close yeah)

You ain't going nowhere, facts

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

The path came, burned the hoe down

Propane in my damn van

Feeling good, like okay

Sorry shorty, I don't do that cocaine

So high like soul plane

All in my head tryna know things

So high like soul plane

All in my head tryna know things

Man she suck my dick, she like it (Yeah)

Baby, just don't bite it (Swear)

Fighting teen titan

I'll go Cuban dripped in white in

I done percs I get to wildin'

I start itchin' I get violent

Gotta TV dinner, mama put

Her thots to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh)

Beat it up, uh

Beat it up, uh

Two phones, speed it up

I go get that bag, they gon' see the stuff

Nigga do not play me like we the puffs

I took three percocets on a empty stomach

I made love to your bitch then threw it up

Yeah, I eatin' 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 absent will

Yeah, you gotta say some shit too

Ooh, ayy, let me talk my shit too

Ooh, I'ma hit her with a big tool

Ooh, and I take they ass back to school

Ooh, skrrt, skrrt hit the coupe, ooh