AJ Tracey – Blow My Phone Lyrics

AJ Tracey Secure the Bag 2 EP Lyrics

AJ Tracey – Secure the Bag! 2 EP Lyrics

AJ Tracey Blow My Phone Lyrics

[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)

[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 (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)

[Verse 2]
Old friends talking ’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 Barclays babe, I don’t go to chase
Biggest smile, walkin’ out the bank, like I own the place
Gothenburg, Tilburg and a dot, 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)
This latina with me, slimey niggas, you won’t get this back (You won’t get this back)
Said you won’t get this back (Yeah)
Take it, you won’t get this back (You won’t get this back)

[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 (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)

Written by; AJ Tracey
Released date; 30 November, 2020
Album/EP; Secure the Bag! 2

Blow My Phone Lyrics AJ Tracey