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

End of discussion

F**k all the talk my n***a do sumtin'

You're not the GOAT my n***a you're mutton

I was 18 in hella jewels

Now I'm 28 in hella jewels

I'll be 38 in hella jewels

You been hating 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 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

D**n 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

Skepta：

I had to buss my hood like I was outside in the rain

Anyone can dead

Push me to the edge I'm gripping the pole like I'm riding the train

N***as ain't shooting n***as just gassing it I'll put a rack on it

All my n***as are savages

Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages

See your girl on the ends

Now she wanna be friends

I look in her eyes

And I see she want a friends with benefits no we ain't gotta pretend

Ex man talk about beef man catch him eating chicken and fries

Yeah you might see my n***as in the video

But they're coming in disguise

Young Adz：

Hop out a n***a surprised

Uh huh

Sold out Ally Pally twice

Uh huh

VVS and all the ice with boogers

Mesmerise memories

Uh huh

Treating the Range like a sports car

And I ain't never seen another n***a do it big

Saw what I spent on my daughter

Now she's screaming 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 bagging up crack and dark on my silver plaque

If a n***a try 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 n***a on the way but the crack ain't dried yet

He want a 4 and half I just turn on the fan

He want a 4 and half I just turn on the fan

Tell the opps that we got larger waps

Cum in her p***y a lava lamp

Chip：

Growing up now I gotta move different

I only cheat if it's two women

Baby girl told me she want to 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've never been nicked

I was 18 tryna buy me a crib

You want to talk on my name

But you've never been lit

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

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