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You Are Not M.O.

Bass Santana, Kin$oul, Robb Bank$, Bhris & absentwill

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Bass Santana, Kin$oul, Robb Bank$, Bhris & absentwill - You Are Not M.O. (Audio)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bass Santana

Vocals

Kin$oul

Vocals

Robb Bank$

Vocals

Bhris

Vocals

absentwill

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chase Rose

Songwriter

Christian Gotay

Christian Gotay

Songwriter

Donovan White

Songwriter

Jean Wilgens

Songwriter

Richard Burrell

Richard Burrell

Songwriter

Wilner Joseph

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

CHASETHEMONEY

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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 them, they be plottin' on the low

[Verse 2]

Hit me on my phone, yeah

Flip a couple Os, yeah

Ice pack cold, yeah

Prices for the low, yeah

Never been a ho, yeah

Pros trained to go, yeah

Juggin' on my own, yeah

Love bein' alone, yeah

[Verse 3]

Chase the money, chase the money

Turn me up, little bitch

Yeah, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop

[Verse 4]

Hit my ****, Bhris when the pack touchdown

Yuh, half on a lick, yeah, 50 with the split, yeah

All my lil youngin's, they gon' hold the shit down

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

I'm Olympic

[Verse 5]

**** goin' rogue

You are not M.O., yeah

Stop tryin' so hard, yeah

Y'all doin' the most, woo

Keep your circle close, yeah

Fact, close, yeah

[Verse 6]

You ain't goin' no where

Facts

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

[Verse 7]

The pack, came brang ho

Bang, pro-pane in my damn veins

Feelin' good, like okay

Sorry shawty, I don't do that cocaine , uh-uh

So high, like a soul plane

All in my head, tryna know thangs, yuh

So high, soul plane

All in my head, tryna know thangs, woop

[Verse 8]

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 out

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)

[Verse 9]

Two phones speed it up

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

****, do not play me like we the punks

I took three Percs 10s 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

[Verse 10]

You and the fuck is goin' on?

It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck your bitch in the ass, yas

You know what is goin' on

Yeah, it's me and absentwill

Yeah, you gotta say some shit too

Ooh, ay, let me talk my shit too

Ooh, I'ma hit 'em with a big tool

Ooh, and I'll take that ass back to school

Ooh, skrrt, skrrt in the coupe, ooh

Ooh

Written by: Chase Rose, Christian Gotay, Donovan White, Jean Wilgens, Richard Burrell, Wilner Joseph

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