Smoke Boys Delete My Number Lyrics


Delete My Number by Smoke Boys

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
Fuck 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
Fuck your grease ting
Tryna get brown fuck leaking
Gotta move dark in the evening
Its team squeezing

[Verse 4: Inch]
Im a section boy and my niggas they squeeze
See me whizz around the city tryna get p's with my nigga 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 niggas 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

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