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 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 I'ma whip that crack like banana puddin' again (Ey, ey) 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 it, 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 mains (Fire on the mains) Got a lil' .32 concealed in my boxers, call that fire on the mains (Fire on the mains) I was on tour with the hitters on the deck, caught fire on the stage (Hee, hee) Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he see an op lil' sister, he'd prob' fire off the stage What do you reckon? How I survive Impeccable tekkers No point rockin' a vest when you steppin' Neckin' above how niggas be wettin' Cheffin', creppin', 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 be 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 in my corner, he just sees artists He ain't got a clue that the mandem will rush 'em (Mad, mad) Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands Girl in my bed Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans Scales in my rucksack, 'cause I gotta weigh a mad ting when it lands (Lands) Two and a Q, no intent to supply I get high, it's a percy' pack Had to bust my hood like I was outside in the rain (Ye, ye) Anyone can dead Push me to the edge, 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 (Yea, yea, yea, yea) 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 (Hey, hey) Yeah, you might see my niggas in the video but they comin' in disguise Hop out, a nigga surprised (Uh-huh-huh) Sold out Ally Pally twice (Uh-huh) VVS, I do the ice, mesmerise, memorise 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, dawg, she said, "Jesus Nazareth" Mummy hit me up on WhatsApp Jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter If a nigga try to rob my gold that's bronze tips in that silver wap And I just put coke in 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 we got larger waps Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp Growin' up now, gotta move different I only 'chieve 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 'cause I never been nicked I was 18 tryna buy me a crib You wanna talk on my name, but you never been licked 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 floors, show me the door My niggas kickin' it down Flicky in the whip They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout