Mains

[Intro: Skepta]

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house

Nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house

If you want three, that's sixty

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house

Nah, that's risky

Yeah, greaze, uh

[Chorus: Skepta]

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house

Nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house

If you want three, that's sixty

Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney

Had Bobby, man, I had Britney

Criminal pickney now I got large amounts

Boy, I need a different account

I cannot sit in the house

All my niggas tryna eat

I need to figure it out

Just tell me the floor, show me the door

My niggas kicking 'em down

Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip

But I cannot give 'em the clout

[Verse 1: Skepta]

Got my dream girl in my real life

In the dunya but I'm living nice

Bought a chain, didn't see the price

Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice

Who said that I'm civilised?

I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes

Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize

Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys

Man, I been the guy

[Verse 2: Young Adz]

I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again (Hee, hee)

When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers act like Vladimir Putin just came (Just came)

Niggas taking the wave

Just let 'em have fun with it, tell 'em to run with it (Ha, yeah, yeah)

I got some coke at my sister's

I got a gun in my brother's crib (Grrah, hee)

And if we see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains (Huh, fire on the mains)

Got a little three-two concealed in my boxers, call that fire in the mains (Fire in the mains)

I was on tour with the hittas on deck, had fire on the stage (Hee, hee)

Bro's so tapped, if he see a opp little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage

[Verse 3: Chip]

What do you reckon?

How I survive? Impeccable tekkers

No point rocking a vest when you stepping

Neck and above how niggas be wetting

Cheffing, kweffing, shooting, booting, London's mad

End of discussion

Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do sumtin'

You're not the GOAT,  my nigga, you mutton

I was 18 in hella jewels

Now I'm 28 in hella jewels

I'll be 38 in hella jewels

You been hating on me, who the hell are you?

Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'

If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it

Look in my corner, he just see artists

Ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush him (Mad mad)

Hands on man, no hands on grams, but I still got my hands on grands

Gyal in my bed straight after the booth

Damn right, got hands on plans

Scales in my rucksack cah' I gotta weigh my ting when it lands

Two and a Q, no intent to supply

I get high, it's a percy pack

[Verse 4: Skepta]

I had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain

Anyone can dead

Push me to the edge, I'm gripping the pole like I'm riding the train

Niggas ain't shooting, niggas just gassing it, I put a rack on it

All my niggas is savages

Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages

See your girl on the ends

Now she wanna be friends

I look in her eyes

And I see she want a friends with benefits, no, we ain't gotta pretend

Ex man talk about beef, man catch him eating chicken and fries

Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video

But they're coming in disguise

[Verse 5: Young Adz]

Hop out, a nigga surprised (Uh huh)

Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh huh)

VVS and all the ice with boogers

Mesmerise memories (Uh huh)

Treating the Range like a sports car

And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big

Saw what I spent on my daughter

Now she's screaming "Goals" and she wanna have my kids

Let the fiend try that dark, she said Jesus, Nazareth

Mummy hit me on WhatsApp

Jakes are looking for me where my nanny lives

Last night I was bagging up crack and dark on my silver plaque

If a nigga try rob my gold, that's bronze tips in that silver wap

And I just put coke on the stove, gotta turn it down

Gotta turn on the tap

I got a nigga on the way but the crack ain't dried yet

He want a 4 and half, I just turn on the fan

He want a 4 and half, I just turn on the fan

Tell the opps that we got larger waps

Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp

[Verse 6: Chip]

Growing up now, I gotta move different

I only cheat if it's two women

Baby girl told me she want to be wifey

I asked her, "What do you do different?"

Good girl said she want a man like me

She want a man like me cah' I've never been nicked

I was 18 tryna buy me a crib

You want to talk on my name

But you've never been lit

[Chorus: Skepta]

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house

Nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house

If you want three, that's sixty

Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney

Had Bobby, man, I had Britney

Criminal pickney now I got large amounts

Boy, I need a different account

I cannot sit in the house

All my niggas tryna eat

I need to figure it out

Just tell me the floor, show me the door

My niggas kicking 'em down

Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip

But I cannot give 'em the clout