(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