Laylow - Yeartokill
I been on my Laylow!
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I'm a lil' bit salty
Connectin' witcha gettin' lil faulty
Ion really trust nobody
Ion really trust nobody
So I guess a nigga can't blame her
But even still I'm gettin' naughty
Even still I'm gettin' stupid lucky, baby
These bitches wan fuck me, baby
Shordy got that water
(And iii'mm)
A rubber ducky, baby
You just can't resist me, baby
When i'm gone u miss me, baby
I ain't got no training
So you know I'm getting pissy, baby
And that's "no rap cap" like a fitted, baby
If i say it then I did it, baby
You niggas is on my dick
(And iii)
Ain't really wit it, baby
But your bitch told me that she miss it
Told her I get it, no I get it baby...
(But like, y'all really think I'm playing when I say...)
I been on my Laylow!
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I'm a lil' bit salty
Connectin' witcha gettin' lil faulty
Ion really trust nobody
Ion really trust nobody
So I guess a nigga can't blame her
But even still I'm gettin' naughty
My year to kill...
(Uh-el nnd-aa...)
So keep your cool
(Keep yo' cool, yeah)
Look,
My year to kill too silly
Strong Will like I hail from Philly
I've tryna keep it chill
"He keep Meek, keep cool"
I've been winning but I really ain't trying hard to
I got dreams
But a nigga got nightmares too
What if I stop moving forward, but backwards?
I'm trying to blow like AC through the rafters
A nigga want smoke then, I'm twisting a Backwood
Mad unexpected like a ring on the Raptors
But I'm mad unaffected-
(Consider the fact)
I'm young, and I'm black, and you talking to FAFSA
Obtaining this grain, I might need me a tractor
(Wait, look)
Your favorite rapper is a regular rapper
(Ay, wha)
Your favorite rapper is a- uh
My Year To Kill getting crazy
To the point where the bullshit don't phase me
I ain't stepping on the pulpit til' you pay me
Four-fif-wit-the-full-clip, like KD:
Seven on me, ain't no hesi or maybe, I'm letting 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
Ay
Your favorite rapper he a regular Joe
(Hey, hey)
Your favorite rapper is a regular nigga
(Hey! Wait)
Your favorite rapper straight regular bro
It's my Year To Kill, I might be pulling the trigger
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I'm a lil' bit salty
Connectin' witcha gettin' lil faulty
Ion really trust nobody
Ion really trust nobody
So I guess a nigga can't blame her
But even still I'm gettin' naughty
Even still I'm gettin' stupid lucky, baby
These bitches wan fuck me, baby
Shordy got that water
(And iii'mm)
A rubber ducky, baby
You just can't resist me, baby
When i'm gone u miss me, baby
I ain't got no training
So you know I'm getting pissy, baby
And that's "no rap cap" like a fitted, baby
If i say it then I did it, baby
You niggas is on my dick
(And iii)
Ain't really wit it, baby
But your bitch told me that she miss it
Told her I get it, no I get it baby...
(But like, y'all really think I'm playing when I say...)
I been on my Laylow!
I been thinkin' bout you like Plato
Admitting I'm a lil' bit salty
Connectin' witcha gettin' lil faulty
Ion really trust nobody
Ion really trust nobody
So I guess a nigga can't blame her
But even still I'm gettin' naughty
My year to kill...
(Uh-el nnd-aa...)
So keep your cool
(Keep yo' cool, yeah)
Look,
My year to kill too silly
Strong Will like I hail from Philly
I've tryna keep it chill
"He keep Meek, keep cool"
I've been winning but I really ain't trying hard to
I got dreams
But a nigga got nightmares too
What if I stop moving forward, but backwards?
I'm trying to blow like AC through the rafters
A nigga want smoke then, I'm twisting a Backwood
Mad unexpected like a ring on the Raptors
But I'm mad unaffected-
(Consider the fact)
I'm young, and I'm black, and you talking to FAFSA
Obtaining this grain, I might need me a tractor
(Wait, look)
Your favorite rapper is a regular rapper
(Ay, wha)
Your favorite rapper is a- uh
My Year To Kill getting crazy
To the point where the bullshit don't phase me
I ain't stepping on the pulpit til' you pay me
Four-fif-wit-the-full-clip, like KD:
Seven on me, ain't no hesi or maybe, I'm letting 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
Ay
Your favorite rapper he a regular Joe
(Hey, hey)
Your favorite rapper is a regular nigga
(Hey! Wait)
Your favorite rapper straight regular bro
It's my Year To Kill, I might be pulling the trigger
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Writer(s): Kolby Kennedy
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