BACKBONE

Check

Ten toes

One finger for the trigger

Grrah

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 buyin'? 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 lettin' niggas know

Used to give them high-fives, now it's just a middle finger

Diamonds on my Patty, do the Bogle when I linger

They think I'm a rapper, I think I'm a singer (Yo)

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 & 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 somethin', but I doubt it

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

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

Tell us what you're workin' 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 backbone

You ain't got no backbone

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 somethin' for you pussy emcees

Uh-oh, who's on what?

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

What we buyin'? Everything you got

Tell them little pussies that we take the

You ain't got no backbone

You ain't got no backbone

Do me somethin' then, do me somethin' 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 how it is

They never gave me nothin', so it's fair I take the piss, pussy