Blow My Phone

Lyrics

Don't take this personally but
 I never wanna see you again
 Yeah
 Baby stop (Stop), please don't blow my phone (no)
 I am not your friend (i'm not)
 Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend
 We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
 Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrr, skrr)
 GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (one on ones)
 VV's goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue
 Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (had a fit)
 He can't dress, that's not a fit (not a fit)
 Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
 Forty-two, pink runtz in my blunt
 Shit just got me lit
 Fuck that kid, that we used to roll with 'cause he got a snitch
 Fuck a snitch
 If you speak my name, you deserve the clip (brr, brr)
 Swerve and skid, your girl got some mileage,
 You can't service it (ksrr, skrr, skrr-skrr)
 I slide 'round with Bigs (bigs)
 My bros up the sticks (blaow)
 We them rager kids, we psych out, we go in sick (let's go)
 Them guys watch like persil (yeah)
 Sure mans back out turtle (yeah)
 Told 'em wait 'til I blow up
 This whole drop by Virgil (yeah)
 I ain't got that many friends (friends)
 They show love but it's pretend (pretend)
 I was goin' OT parole, put my foot down 'round the bin (skrr, skrr)
 I've got bills I gotta pay (yeah)
 That's why I secure the bag (okay)
 I'm still likkle Tracey A (yeah)
 London star and quarterback (yeah, yeah)
 Baby stop (Stop), please don't blow my phone (no)
 I am not your friend (i'm not)
 Yeah, you're cool
 And I think you're fire, I did not pretend (i swear)
 We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense (no sense)
 Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (pull up)
 GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (no way)
 VV's goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (bling, blaow)
 Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (yeah)
 He can't dress, that's not a fit (fit)
 Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
 Old friends talking 'bout me but they owe their life (yeah)
 I've got rappers speakin' business but won't
 Speak on their wife (but won't speak on their wife)
 My young bull ain't makin' lunch
 But you'll get packed by his lurkin' knife (pack by his what?)
 Spin the block, catch him lackin' and we do that shit twice (let's go)
 I'm in Halifax or it's Barclay's babe, I don't go to Chase
 Biggest smile, walkin' out the bank, like I own the place
 [?] two bag and a dog, yeah they know my name
 You was gang, now you're just a bum and it's not a shame (not a shame)
 I've got hella plaques
 I went platinum back to back (platinum back to back)
 AJ Tracey's back, all I drop its 80's crack (80's crack)
 Slatino with me, slimey niggas
 You won't get this back (you won't get this back)
 Say you won't get this back (yeah)
 Take it, you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
 Baby stop (Stop), please don't blow my phone (no)
 I am not your friend (i'm not)
 Yeah, you're cool
 And I think you're fire, I did not pretend (i swear)
 We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense (no sense)
 Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrr, skrr)
 GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (brr, brr)
 VV's goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (okay)
 Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (bling, blaow)
 He can't dress, that's not a fit (no)
 Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:03
Key
2
Tempo
147 BPM

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