Uh-oh,
who's on who?
Said you let it ring, but
it never goes through
My mind's f*cked,
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 p*ssies
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'
n*ggas 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
Catch me in the cut,
I treat the Urus like
a dinger
Get you southern-fried,
I'm a South boy on some
South sh*t
This is Chase &
Status, this ain't all
that fuckin' house sh*t
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"
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 p*ssy 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 p*ssies
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 sh*t
Don't tell us how it
used to be, just tell
us what it is
They never gave me
nothin', so it's fair
I take the piss, p*ssy