Mains(Explicit)

Mains (Explicit) - Skepta/Chip/Young Adz

Lyrics by：Chip/Skepta/Young ADZ

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

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 n***as tryna eat

I need to figure it out

Just tell me the floor show me the door

My n***as kicking '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 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

Young Adz：

I'mma 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

N***as 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

Chip：

What do you reckon

How I survive Impeccable tekkers

No point rocking a vest when you stepping

Neck and above how n***as be wetting

Cheffing kweffing shooting booting London's mad