Blow My Phone AJ Tracey

[Intro]
Don't take this personally but
I never wanna see you again
Yeah

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
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 (Skrr, skrr, skrr-skrr)
I slide 'round with Bigs (Bigs)
My bros up the sticks (Blaow)
We them rager kids, we psych out, we going sick (Let's go)
Them guys wash like persil (Yeah)
Shell mans back like 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, para, 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)