Laylow - Yeartokill lyrics

[Part I: "Laylow"]

[Chorus]
I been on my lay-low
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I’m a lil' bit salty
Connectin' with ya, gettin’ lil' faulty
I don't really trust nobody
I don't really trust nobody
So I guess a n*gga can't blame her
Even still, I'm gettin' naughty

[Verse]
Even still, I'm gettin’ stupid-lucky, baby
These b*tches want f*ck me, baby
Shorty got that water and I a rubber ducky, baby
You just can’t resist me, baby
When I'm gone, you miss me, baby
I ain’t got no training, so you know I'm gettin' p*ssy, baby
And that's "no rap cap" like a fitted, baby
If I say it then I did it, baby
You n*ggas is on my di*k and I ain’t really with it, baby
But your b*tch told me that she miss it
Told her, "I get it, no, I get it, baby"
But like, y'all really think I"m playin' when I say
[Chorus]
I been on my lay-low
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I'm a lil' bit salty
Connectin' with ya, gettin' lil' faulty
I don't really trust nobody
I don't really trust nobody
So I guess a n*gga can't blame her
Even still, I'm gettin' naughty
Even still, I'm gettin'

[Part II: "Yeartokill"]

[Intro]
My year to kill
So keep yo cool (Keep yo cool, yeah)

[Verse]
Look, my year to kill, too silly
Strong will like I hail from Philly
I'ma try and keep it chilly
Keep me, keep cool
I've been winning, but I really ain't trying hard too
I got dreams, but a n*gga got nightmares too
What if I stop moving forward, but backwards?
I'm trying to blow like A.C., through the rafters
A n*gga want smoke, then I'm twisting a Backwood
Mad unexpected like a ring on the Raptors
But I'm mad unaffected (Consider the fact)
That I'm young and I'm Black and you talking to [?]
Obtaining the grain, I might need me a tractor
Wait, look, your favorite rapper is a regular rapper
Ayy, wait, your favorite rapper is a–, uh
My year to kill, getting crazy
To the point where the bullsh*t don't phase me
I ain't stepping on the pulpit till you pay me
Four-fifth with the full clip, like K.D
Seven on me, ain't no hesi' or maybe I'm lettin' 'em go
When you paving the way, you might step on some toes
I had friends that was close, but they turned into foes
I had windows and walls that I turned into doors
Wait, ayy, your favorite rapper he a regular Joe
Hey, hey, your favorite rapper is a regular n*gga
Hey, wait, your favorite rapper straight regular, bro
It's my year to kill, I might be pulling the trigger