Skepta, Chip, Young Adz - Mains Lyrics

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

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 kickin' 'em down
Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout

Got my dream girl in my real life
In the dunya but I'm livin' nice
Bought a chain, didn't see the price
Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice
Who said that I'm civilized?
I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes
Spin the wheel, tryna win a prize
Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys
Man, I been the guy

I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again
When I step in the bando, fiends and the workers act like Vladimir Putin just came
Niggas takin' the wave, just let 'em have fun with, tell 'em to run with it
I got some coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib
And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the main
Got a little .32 concealed in boxers, call that fire in the mains
I was on tour with the hittas on deck, had fire on the stage
Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see a opp little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage

What do you reckon? How I survive? Impeccable tekkers
No point rocking a vest when you steppin'
Neck and above how niggas be wettin'
Cheffin', kweffin', shootin', bootin'
London's mad, end of discussion
Fuck all the talk, my nigga, do somethin'
You're not the G.O.A.T., my nigga, you mutton
I was eighteen in hella jewels
Now I'm twenty-eight in hella jewels
I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels
You been hatin' 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 at 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

Had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain
Anyone can dead, pushin' me to the age
I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train
Niggas ain't shootin', niggas just gassin' it, I put a rack on it
All my niggas are savages, bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends, now she wanna friends
I look in her eyes, and I see she wanna friends with benefits
No, we ain't got to pretend
Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man, catch him eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise

Hop out, a nigga surprised (uh huh)
Sold out Ally pally twice (uh huh)
VVS and all the ice with boogers
Mesmerize, memorize (uh huh)
Treatin' the Range like a sports car
And I ain't never seen another nigga do it big
Saw what I spend on my daughter
Now she screamin' 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 baggin' up crack and dark on my sliver plaque
If a nigga try to 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 four and a half, I just turn on the fan
He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan
Tell the opps that we got larger waps
Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp

Growin' up now, I gotta move different
I only cheat if it's two women
Baby girl told me she wanna 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 never been nicked
I was in eighteen tryna buy me a crib
You wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit

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 kickin' 'em down
Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip, but I cannot give 'em the clout