Текст песни Delete My Number - Prod by Drapez - Section Boyz

All my old friends can delete my number (wooooah)
Tell my ex she can keep my jumper (woaaahowoaaah)
Manna let it rain in this sun thats thunder
Still double S section are my bruddas
Honeys and the old bill tryna lock my bruddas
Give the O's let it go give the change to my mother
I put smoke in the road for my bros and my cousins
And if the hoes involved my hearts in cold but its cores still summer

Lets bring it right back
In the hood still i trap
Tracksuit hoody on nike cap
Fall back it ain't like that
And my ex still wearing my clothes
And my nggas still sharing o's
Cah we make cash
Ain't tryna get bagged
Hit 5th gear on the roads
I just wanna make p's
Nggas hating on me
Can't see what i see
From a eighth of a key
Tryna scrape in the p's
Cah were chasing a dream
Got so many o's
Fuck you adios
Friends got a few in the box
Can't step on my toes
Nggas wearing my clothes

Got food on the roads

All my old friends can delete my number
Tell my ex she can keep my jumper
Just linked Z with the cest
Now im feeling all bumba (bloodclart)
Mac d get the mac put that on a jumper
Gyal with a big back did you get that from mumma
Nggas side like my dad swear down on my mumma

Nggas lying on the tracks who trained these nutters
Nggas firing straps we ain't claiming nuttin

All my old friends can delete my number (wooooah)
Tell my ex she can keep my jumper (woaaah woaaah)
Manna let it rain in this sun thats thunder
Still double S section are my bruddas
Honeys and the old bill tryna lock my bruddas

Give the O's let it go give a change to my mother
I put smoke in the road for my bros and my cousins
And if the hoes involved my hearts
Still cold but its cores still summer

Tell an old girl that im faster
Dont call my number 'cause i changed that
Tell you ma wan talk to the feds and blame man
See've you got your foot down how you gonna raise man
Came with the druke cant tempt to erase man
Came i've changed up and I dont wanna hate man
Simple and plain
These nggas are fake
Simple and plain imma keep getting paid
Gang-them fam-them dont get caught in the place
Fill up the amie and spark that
Back in school we used to get laughed at

Now you think you're a soldier with a hard hat
No applause by the thing made dad clap
Told youngers they should gruff
'Cause when they come out they gon' smile and laugh

Im a section boy and my nggas they squeeze
See me whizz around the city tryna get p's with my ngga deeper
Otf man can't tell me nuttin about family ties

And ive been on my grizzle man can't tell me nuttin bout lines
Ive got a little fluffy ting and my
God you should see the way she wines
Put your hands on one of my section dons and i swear im doing life
Ive been mad low man can't tell me bout struggle and strife
Ive been on the road while the pigs they got my nggas seed inside

All my old friends can delete my number (wooooah)
Tell my ex she can keep my jumper (woaaah woaaah)

Manna let it rain in this sun thats thunder
Still double S section are my bruddas
Honeys and the old bill tryna lock my bruddas
Give the O's let it go give a change to my mother
I put smoke in the road for my bros and my cousins
And if the hoes involved my hearts
Still cold but its cores still summer

My friends in the hole they dont know what hope is
I still get o's for my olders
My young boys out there with the pokers
Make a man disappear like hocus
Bare ho's on my line say they want mine
Cuz my bills getting high like a old vine
Been sho in the streets now its showtime

Side friends dont act like that tell me
Why wanna front like you got my back
My ex on me said she want me back
Giving her the pipe cah theyre hooked like crack
On my push bike used to push nuff packs
Me and rocks on the blocks used to rob mans racks
Westfield whip full of shopping bags with the top pushed back

I got mates on the roads
Everyday got nggas in my face i dunno
Are they gonna burn my bridge for a ex i dunno
They can try though
But i dare them try take all my dough
When the corn flies imma let all mine go

I support mine corn flies for my bros
Cool guy but he coulda called my phone
If you talk like amber get you chalk like so
When you see the 5 better stop drop and roll
Ive been on a hot high been on the low
I've Been in the beamer with b man on road
Ive been with mali beating out o's
Give me the b ah yeah ive been on the raods

All my old friends can delete my number (wooooah)
Tell my ex she can keep my jumper (woaaah woaaah)
Manna let it rain in this sun thats thunder
Still double S section are my bruddas
Honeys and the old bill tryna lock my bruddas
Give the O's let it go give a change to my mother
I put smoke in the road for my bros and my cousins