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 free, 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 free, that’s sixty
Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney
Criminal picked me, 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 flaws, show me the door
Flicky in the whip
They wish I was slit, but I cannot give ’em the clout

Got my dream girl in my real life
In the dungeon 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 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, things in the work
‘Cause act like Vladimir Putin just came
Niggas takin’ the wave
Just tell ’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 place
And if you see ’em on the mains, that’s fire on the main
Got lil’.32 gunner sealed in boxers, call that fire on the mains (Fire on the mains)
I was on top with the hitters on the deck, caught fire on the stage
Yeah, blown so tight, if you see him up your sister I pull .45 on stage

What do you reckon? How I survive
Impeccable teckers, no playin’
Bro can invest where you steppin’
Lookin’ 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 goat, my nigga, you mutton
I was eighteen and hella juiced
Now I’m twenty-eight and hella juiced
I’ll be thirty-eight and hella juiced
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, you just see artists
Ain’t got a clue they’re a man who’ll rush ’em (Mad, mad)
Hands on man, no hands on grams but I still got my hands on grands
Girl in my best
Straight off to the booth, damn right, got hands on plans
Scales in my rat sack car, got way mad ting when it lands (Lands)
Two in the queue, no intensive supply, get high as a Percy pack

Had to bust my hood, yeah, I was outside in the rain
Anyone can dead, pushin’ me to the age
I’m grippin’ the pole like I was 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 end, 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, surprise, sold to Honey Pot twice
VVS, I do the ice, mesmerize, mesmerize
Treatin’ the Rolls like a sports car
And I ain’t never seen another nigga do it big
It’s all what I spend on my daughter
Now she screamin’, “Go”, and she wanna hide my kids
Let the fiend try the thought, she said, “Jesus Nazareth”
Mommy hit me up Westside drinks
Oh, I’m lookin’ for me where my nanny lives
Last night I was baggin’ up crack in the dark on my sliver platter
If a nigga try to rock my goal that’s bronze tips in the silver wire
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 tell him the, “Five”
He want a four and a half, I just tell him the, “Five”
Tell the opps we got larger wipes
Cum in the pussy, a lava lamp

Growin’ up now, gotta move different
I only cheat if its 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 in 18 tryna buy me a coupe
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 free, that’s sixty
Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney
Criminal picked me, 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 flaws, show me the door
My niggas are kicking it down
Flicky in the whip
They wish I was slit, but I cannot give ’em the clout