Y Not ft. Illadio & K.Carter2700 Lyrics

Can anybody tell me where the actual whores are at

Ya boy bout it bout it, yee

Yuh yuh

I'm runnin' outta options

Tryna make a change, but people always bringing nonsense

Gotta make a profit

Turn it to deposit

People always watching

Gotta be cautious

Spitting like I'm nauseous

These people always tripping tho (Trip, trip)

You claiming that you high my guys is off a different smoke (Dro)

And every night I live my dick will see a different throat (Ho')

And y'all can ride the waves I'm making on my fishing boat (Go)

I'm probably sipping slow

I'll probably tip it slow or tell lil ma to bend it over (Lit)

The beat is slapping mane I feel this shits all in my shoulders (Lean)

I'm tweaking like it's Folgers all my homies locked and loaded (Yah)

My pockets bloated bitch I'm going till I'm folded over (Bitch I'm going till I'm folded over)

I'm tryna fuck the judge (Yes ma'am)

I'm tryna pop a bus (What else)

I'm tryna fuck with her (Yeah)

She tryna fuck with with us (Yeah)

She got that China drug (What else)

I'm in designer bruh (Huh)

Look at these diamonds cuz

These things be shining bruh (What)

I'm tryna make it out wake n' bake like everyday (Day)

Your girl she crossed my path I fucked that bitch like every way (Way)

And Heaven's gate ain't gon open up for me (Damn)

Man, I hope that Lucy need some company

I'm runnin' outta options

Tryna make a change, but people always bringing nonsense

Gotta make a profit

Turn it to deposit

People always watching

Gotta be cautious

Spitting like I'm nauseous

I'm on a mission getting riches

Money bags no counterfeiting

Hunnids thousands half a million

Spent two weeks in my trap kitchen

That's my lab whipping them raps

Shipping them tracks cross the border

Time's getting shorter

Gotta get my money in order

Life's so unimportant

You work till you die

I ain't begun to get high

Money only thing on my mind

That's the only reason I grind

I'm outta my mind

Tryna get signed

Still on the rise

No surprise

She want a taste, said open wide

She's so surprised

Put it in her mouth, she can't vocalize

It's open mic, but now it's my show

I'm the MC, that's Master CHO

X three O's, now it's tic tac toe

Got a big fat bowl for your bitch to hit

She was innocent

Now she stripping for Benjamins

No benefits

I'm a gentleman

Fucking with a twin

Say she got a friend

Tell her ass get in the Impala

CHO is my motto

Now she wanna follow

I'm a role model

On the road rolling with road models

Can't go if the ho' can't swallow

On my third leg

Call it Hornswoggle

Said she want a bottle

Leave her ass hollow

I'm at the Apollo

On my Aristotle

I won the lotto

Can't keep it subtle

Might need a muzzle

Fuck your rebuttal

I'm runnin' outta options

Tryna make a change, but people always bringing nonsense

Gotta make a profit

Turn it to deposit

People always watching

Gotta be cautious

Spitting like I'm nauseous

Why not kill the competition, yuh

Chop his head, now he level headed

Heart cold like February

Y'all against us, we ain't never worried

Turn your main bitch to a secretary

Good brain that's hereditary

My bitch a dime

Y'all pick six's like Eric Berry

Pull up like Freddy

Make it very scary not playing, yuh

What the fuck is you saying, huh

Send you down to the ground, huh

Now you coolin' with Satan, huh

Yuh, fuck what you say, yuh

I throw a bullet like Payton, huh

I get the bag and I weigh it, woah

Fuck yo main bitch and I'm skating, yuh

Yuh, skate then I dip, uh

I'm not new to this, uh

Yo bitch call my phone, I answer I'm like who is this, uh

Bitches kit me up

They always on that stupid shit, uh

Yeah, make her fall in love

I feel like Cupid

Cause I shoot, then I hit, never miss, ay

Balling like I'm Steph, with that hit and then I switch, ay, yuh

Check my net worth, got a couple M's, ay, yuh

I been counting up all damn day, hey wait