Jay Beatz - Delete My Number lyrics

Section, Section, Section, Section [Hook: Swift] 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 Undies in their own clothes 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 [Verse 1: Sleeks] 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 n*ggas 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 N*ggas 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 f** you adios Friends got a few in the box Can't step on my toes N*ggas wearing my clothes Got food on the roads [Verse 2: Swift] 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 N*ggas side like my dad swear down on my mumma N*ggas lying on the tracks who trained these nutters N*ggas firing straps we ain't claiming nuttin [Hook: Swift] 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 Undies in their own clothes 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 [Verse 3: Reeko] Look Sneak dissings a minor They say i just stunt in designer No clue what my line does Me and my workers liker to lifer Bare deals bare fivers Still trapped in like a lifer Gold stick like tyga One move, one man, one driver Me and swift still weeded Dont talk about what he did Just tryna get p's in Tryna flip, the hard ting on the east ting f** your grease ting Tryna get brown f** leaking Gotta move dark in the evening Its team squeezing [Verse 4: Inch] Im a section boy and my n***as they squeeze See me whizz around the city tryna get p's with my n***a deepee 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 n***as seed inside [Hook: Swift] 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 Undies in their own clothes 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 [Verse 5: Littles] 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 All i know ring/trap til its home time 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 [Verse 6: Deepee] I got mates on the roads Everyday got n*ggas 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 [Hook: Swift] 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 Undies in their own clothes 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