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jantho cho - y not lyrics

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[intro: illadio]
can anybody tell me where the actual wh-r-s are at?
ya boy bout it, bout it (yee)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: jantho cho]
i’m runnin’ out of options
tryna make a change, but people always bringin’ nonsense
gotta make a profit
turn it to deposit, people always watchin’
gotta be cautious, spittin like i’m nauseous

[verse 1: illadio]
these people always trippin’ tho (trip, trip)
you claimin’ that you high, my guys is off a different smoke (dro)
and every night i live my d-ck’ll see a different throat (hoe)
and y’all can ride the waves i’m makin’ on my fishing boat (go)
i’m probably sippin’ slow
i’m probably tippin slower tell lil ma to bend it over (lit)
the beat is slappin’ mane i feel this sh-ts all in my shoulders (lean)
i’m tweaking like it’s folgers all my homies locked and loaded (yah)
my pockets bloated b-tch i’m goin’ till i’m folded over (i’m goin’ 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 her (yeah)
she tryna f-ck with us (yeah)
she got that chyna drug (what else)
i’m designer bruh (huh)
look at these diamonds cuz, these things be shinin’ bruh (what)
i’m tryna make it out, wake n bake like everyday (day)
your girl she crossed my path, i f-cked that b-tch like every way (way)
and heaven’s gate, ain’t gon’ open up for me (d-mn)
man, i hope that lucy need some company

[chorus: jantho cho]
i’m runnin’ out of options
tryna make a change, but people always bringin’ nonsense
gotta make a profit
turn it to deposit, people always watchin’
gotta be cautious, spittin like i’m nauseous

[verse 2: jantho cho]
i’m on a mission, gettin’ riches
money bags no counterfeiting
hunnids, thousands, half a million, spent two weeks in my trap kitchen
that’s my lab, whippin’ them raps, shipping them tracks, cross the border
times gettin’ shorter, gotta get my money in order
life’s so unimportant, you work till you die (die)
i ain’t begun to get high (high)
money only thing on my mind that’s the reason i grind
i’m out of my mind, tryna get signed, still on the rise
no surprise (no surprise)
she wanna taste said open wide
she’s so surprised (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 b-tch to hit
she was innocent, now she stripping for benjamin’s, no benefits
i’m a gentleman f-cking with a twin
say she got a friend tell her -ss get in the impala
cho is my motto, now she wanna follow
i’m a role model on the road rollin’ with road models
can’t go if the hoe can’t swallow on my third my third leg call it hornswaggle
say she wanna bottle, leave her -ss 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 reb-ttal

[chorus: jantho cho]

[k.carter]
yuh

[verse 3: k.carter]
y not k!ll the compet-tion, yuh
chop his head now he level-headed
heart cold like february, y’all against us we ain’t never worried
turn your main b-tch to a secretary, good brain that’s hereditary
my b-tch a dime, y’all pick sixes 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 your main b-tch and i’m skating (yuh, yuh)
skate then i dip (uh) i’m not new to this (uh)
yo b-tch call my phone i answer, i’m like “who is this?” (uh)
b-tches kit me up, they always on that stupid sh-t (uh, yuh)
make her fall in love i feel like cupid
cuz 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 countin’ up all d-mn day (hey, wait)



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