Luyện nghe bài hát You Are Not M.O.

Pac down, Pac down, Pac
Pac down, out, act out
I'll pull your card, no bitches ain't no, joke
Light skin, skin, option, caution
I can't trust 'em, baby, on the low
Hit me on my phone, flip a O's
Ice cold, prices for the low
been a ho (Yuh), roach trench coat (Yuh)
Trippin' on my own, love bein'
Chasethemoney,
Chasethemoney,
Wait, turn me up, bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo...

Hit my nigga Bhris when the Pack'
Half on the lick, fifty with the
All my lil' youngins they gonna hold this down
just how we formin', I been up to somethin'
I'm Olympic
goin' rogue, you are not M.O
Stop tryin' so hard, you're the most (Yeah)
Keep your close, yeah (Close yeah, close yeah)
You ain't nowhere, facts

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
The came, burned the hoe down
Propane in my van
Feeling good, okay
shorty, I don't do that cocaine
So high soul plane
All in my head tryna know
So high like soul
All in my head tryna know

Man she my dick, she like it (Yeah)
Baby, just bite it (Swear)
Fighting teen
go Cuban dripped in white in
I percs I get to wildin'
I start itchin' I get
TV dinner, mama put her thots to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh)

it up, uh
it up, uh
Two phones, it up
I go get that bag, they gon' see the
do not play me like we the puffs
I took three percocets on a stomach
I made love to bitch then threw it up
Yeah, I three days, how you been like us?

What the fuck is on?
It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck your in the ass
Yes, you what is going on
Yeah, me and absent will
Yeah, you gotta say some too
Ooh, ayy, let me my shit too
Ooh, I'ma hit her a big tool
Ooh, and I they ass back to school
Ooh, skrrt, hit the coupe, ooh