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 whole lot
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
