You Are Not M.O.
Kin$oul Lyrics

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 packcold, prices for the low
Never been a ho (Yuh), roach trained to go (Yuh)
Trippin' on my own, love bein' alone
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, 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 vomin', I been up to somethin'
I'm Olympic runner
Niggas goin' rogue, you are not M.O
Stop tryin' so hard, y'all 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 pack came, burned the whole thang
Propane in my damn veins
Feeling good, like okay
Sorry shawty 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
All gold Cuban, dipped in white it
I done Percs I get to wildin'
I start itchin' I get violent
Gotta TV dinner, mommy 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 Perc 10's on a empty stomach
I made love to your bitch then threw it up
Yeah eatin' three dykes, how you built 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'll take her ass back to school
Ooh, skrrt skrrt hit the coupe, ooh