Luyện nghe bài hát You Are Not M.O.

Pac down, Pac down, Pac
Pac down, out, act out
I'll pull card, no bitches ain't no, motherfuckin' joke
Light skin, dark skin, option,
I trust 'em, baby, plottin' on the low
Hit me on my phone, a couple O's
Ice cold, prices for the low
Never a ho (Yuh), roach trench coat (Yuh)
Trippin' on my own, bein' alone
Chasethemoney,
Chasethemoney,
Wait, turn me up, bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo...

Hit my nigga Bhris when the Pack'
Half on the lick, fifty the split
All my lil' youngins they hold this shit down
That's how we formin', I been up to somethin'
I'm runner
Niggas rogue, you are not M.O
tryin' so hard, you're doin' the most (Yeah)
Keep your circle close, (Close yeah, close yeah)
You ain't going nowhere,

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

Man she suck my dick, she it (Yeah)
Baby, don't bite it (Swear)
teen titan
I'll go Cuban dripped in in
I done percs I get to
I start I get violent
Gotta TV dinner, mama put her thots to the side and (Yuh, yuh)

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

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