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

[Verse 1: Kin$oul]
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)

[Interlude: Bass Santana]
Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 2: Bass Santana]
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 M.O, 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