Music: Rushaan Savoury
(Nj Made It)
(QTheory)
Ayy
I cut back, chop that like my barber
Nowadays, everyone's crazy, see man rolling round with katana
Turn your boy to a murder, take your girl, I'm a charmer
Think that you're hard, man harder
Bro hit shots by the bomber
Where the travellers drink lager
I jump in a new shit whip, man, this one here self-parker
Sexy older thing down my road, ayy, yo, Miss Parker
I jump in a new shit whip, man, this one here self-parker
Sexy older thing down my road, ayy, yo, Miss Parker
Yo, said that she like me and she don't like too much
There's no point in arguing, think that she's right too much
Said that you're out in the night too much
Wanna come and smoke weed to get high too much
Thought you like me, want me, but my life's too much
When we stress, we fuss, we fight too much
Too much (Yo)
Man can't make too much (Nah)
You chat and you say too much (Shut up)
You're on man way too much (Yo)
Yo, ayy
Man slide like yo, hey (Hey)
Still ball like OJ (Hah)
Annie, I'm okay (Ayy, ayy)
I started behind this pay, man couldn't afford a brain (Pay)
Shorties letting me hit and that was before the fame
Leng one out in the States tellin' me, "Yo, mate"
It's peaceful, I'm out the trenches, stop all the noise, it's late (Stop that)
Told me she like my shades, that was a Prada frame (Frame)
Look at the tax man claim (Look), me and them aren't the same
Told my girl her arse and face is equal 'cause she like cars and chains (I do)
Went up, why you hating for? I post one pic and they hate me more
Yo, said that she like me and she don't like too much
There's no point in arguing, think that she's right too much
Said that you're out in the night too much
Wanna come and smoke weed to get high too much
Thought you like me, want me, but my life's too much
When we stress, we fuss, we fight too much
Too much (Yo)
Man can't make too much (Nah)
You chat and you say too much (Shut up)
You're on man way too much (Yo)
Yo, ayy
Man slide like yo, hey (Hey)
Still ball like OJ (Hah)
Annie, I'm okay
Hey, I still got the number, where's the link, though?
Right now, everybody changing up, but I stayed the same since a kid, though
Lately, I've been having legal issues, going back and forth in my distro
You think this life is all gravy, things ain't gravy, things ain't all Bisto
I still make money from spots like bingo
Still got eyes on the block like Ringo
OT, I'll serve to the gringo
Feds come, I'll jump out the window
I still pop that like a pimple
She like my style and my lingo
I like your smile, girl, show me the dimples
And I like money, money, money
I'm still selling, rainy or sunny
See me on the rice, so what's funny?
I'm tryna have these thoughts in a Cully, Cully, Cully
No pressure, I been out the country
Still trippity-trap, yeah, I'm Rushy
And I bounce back like a bungee
Yo, said that she like me and she don't like too much
There's no point in arguing, think that she's right too much
Said that you're out in the night too much
Wanna come and smoke weed to get high too much
Thought you like me, want me, but my life's too much
When we stress, we fuss, we fight too much
Too much (Yo)
Man can't make too much (Nah)
You chat and you say too much (Shut up)
You're on man way too much (Yo)
Yo, ayy
Man slide like yo, hey (Hey)
Still ball like OJ (Hah)
Annie, I'm okay