Mains

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