You Are Not M.o. Lyrics - Bass Santana

[Verse 1] 

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, woo, woo, woo 

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[Verse 2] 

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 

[Verse 3] 

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

The path came, burned the hoe down 

Propane in my damn veins 

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 

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[Verse 4: Robb Bank$] 

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 [?] 

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) 

[Verse 5] 

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 

[Outro: Bhris and 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 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