(Don't take this personally but, I never wanna see you again)
Yeah
Baby stop (stop), please don't blow my phone (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (one on ones)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (bling, blaow)
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)
'42, Pink Runtz in my blunt, shit just got me lit (blaow)
F*ck that kid, that we used to roll with 'cause he grow up snitch (f*ck a snitch)
F*ck a snitch, if you speak my name, you deserve the clip (brrt, brrt)
Swerve and skid, your girl got some mileage, you can't service it (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I slide 'round with Bigs (Bigs)
My bros up the sticks (blaow)
We're them rager kids, we psych out, we'll go and see it (let's go)
Them guys watch like personal (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, paro' (skrrt)
Put my foot down, 'round the bend (skrrt-skrrt)
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 (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (no way)
VVs 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 talkin' 'bout me but they owe me 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 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
Big ass smile, walkin' out the bank, like I own the place
Gotgenburg, Tillburg and The Dot, yeah, they know my name (AJ)
You was gang, now you're just a bum and it's not a shame (not a shame), nah
I've got hella plaques, I went platinum back to back (platinum back to back)
AJ Tracey's back, all I drop is 80s crack (80s crack)
This Latina with me, slimin' niggas, you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Say you won't get this back
Take it (yeah), you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Baby stop, please don't blow my phone
I am not your friend (no 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 (no way)
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (brrt, brrt)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (okay)
Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (had a fit)
He can't dress, that's not a fit (no)
Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
AJ Tracey - Blow My Phone Lyrics
AJ Tracey - Blow My Phone Lyrics
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(Don't take this personally but, I never wanna see you again)
Yeah
Baby stop (stop), please don't blow my phone (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (one on ones)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (bling, blaow)
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)
'42, Pink Runtz in my blunt, shit just got me lit (blaow)
F*ck that kid, that we used to roll with 'cause he grow up snitch (f*ck a snitch)
F*ck a snitch, if you speak my name, you deserve the clip (brrt, brrt)
Swerve and skid, your girl got some mileage, you can't service it (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I slide 'round with Bigs (Bigs)
My bros up the sticks (blaow)
We're them rager kids, we psych out, we'll go and see it (let's go)
Them guys watch like personal (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, paro' (skrrt)
Put my foot down, 'round the bend (skrrt-skrrt)
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 (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (no way)
VVs 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 talkin' 'bout me but they owe me 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 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
Big ass smile, walkin' out the bank, like I own the place
Gotgenburg, Tillburg and The Dot, yeah, they know my name (AJ)
You was gang, now you're just a bum and it's not a shame (not a shame), nah
I've got hella plaques, I went platinum back to back (platinum back to back)
AJ Tracey's back, all I drop is 80s crack (80s crack)
This Latina with me, slimin' niggas, you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Say you won't get this back
Take it (yeah), you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Baby stop, please don't blow my phone
I am not your friend (no 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 (no way)
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (brrt, brrt)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (okay)
Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (had a fit)
He can't dress, that's not a fit (no)
Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
Yeah
Baby stop (stop), please don't blow my phone (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (one on ones)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (bling, blaow)
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)
'42, Pink Runtz in my blunt, shit just got me lit (blaow)
F*ck that kid, that we used to roll with 'cause he grow up snitch (f*ck a snitch)
F*ck a snitch, if you speak my name, you deserve the clip (brrt, brrt)
Swerve and skid, your girl got some mileage, you can't service it (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I slide 'round with Bigs (Bigs)
My bros up the sticks (blaow)
We're them rager kids, we psych out, we'll go and see it (let's go)
Them guys watch like personal (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, paro' (skrrt)
Put my foot down, 'round the bend (skrrt-skrrt)
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 (nah)
I am not your friend (I'm not)
Yeah, you're cool, and I think you're fire, I did not pretend (I swear to God)
We don't sneak dissin' on the track, we ain't makin' sense
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (no way)
VVs 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 talkin' 'bout me but they owe me 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 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
Big ass smile, walkin' out the bank, like I own the place
Gotgenburg, Tillburg and The Dot, yeah, they know my name (AJ)
You was gang, now you're just a bum and it's not a shame (not a shame), nah
I've got hella plaques, I went platinum back to back (platinum back to back)
AJ Tracey's back, all I drop is 80s crack (80s crack)
This Latina with me, slimin' niggas, you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Say you won't get this back
Take it (yeah), you won't get this back (you won't get this back)
Baby stop, please don't blow my phone
I am not your friend (no 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 (no way)
F*ck your set, f*ck your family too, we pull up in ends (skrrt, skrrt)
GG tote this gun, I can't do no one on ones (brrt, brrt)
VVs goin' dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (okay)
Diamonds shakin' in my watch like they just had a fit (had a fit)
He can't dress, that's not a fit (no)
Can't compete, you're too unfit (too unfit)
Writer: Che Wolton Grant
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management