Y Not (feat. Illadio & K.Carter2700) Video (MV)

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 f*ck the judge (Yes ma'am)
I'm tryna pop a bus (What else)
I'm tryna f*ck with her (Yeah)
She tryna f*ck 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 f*cked 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
F*cking 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
F*ck 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 f*ck is you saying, huh
Send you down to the ground, huh
Now you coolin' with Satan, huh
Yuh, f*ck what you say, yuh
I throw a bullet like Payton, huh
I get the bag and I weigh it, woah
F*ck 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