BACKBONE

Uh-oh

Who's on who?

Said you let it ring, but it never goes through

My mind's fucked, my head's gone too

The smoke's with the mandem, but the joke's on you

Uh-oh

Who's on what?

Don't tell my brothers cah we'll spin the whole block

What we buying?

Everything you got

Tell them little pussies that we take the whole lot

You ain't got no backbone

I get it out the trap, I ain't got a trap phone

I got Ps and Ms and Ks and Os

They're illiterate with letters, so I'm letting **** know

Used to give 'em high fives, now it's just the middle finger

Diamonds in my patty, do the bogle when I linger

They think I'm a rapper, I think I'm a singer

Catch me in the cut, I treat the Urus like a dinger

Get you southern fried, I'm a south boy on some south shit

This is Chase and Status, this ain't all that fuckin' house shit

I score a goal and I do my dance, I Peter Crouch it

Heard them brothers wanna do me something, but I doubt it

Do me something then, do me something if you're bad

My mother calls me Mike, but I think I'm Jack the lad

Tell us what you're working with, don't tell us what you had

I need to start my sentences with "Sorry, may I add" (Woo)

You ain't

Got no

Back bone

You ain't

Got no

Back bone

Uh-oh

Who's on greaze?

Said you got the mash, but you never let it squeeze

My head's hot, my wrist on freeze

I keep a little something for you pussy MCs

Uh-oh

Who's on what?

Don't tell my brothers cah we'll spin the whole block

What we buying?

Everything you got

Tell them little pussies that we take the whole lot

You ain't

Got no

Back bone

You ain't

Got no

Back bone

Do me something then, do me something if you're lit

My mother calls me Mike, but I think I'm the shit

Don't tell us how it used to be, just tell us what it is

They never gave me nothing, so it's fair I take the piss

Pussy