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 60
Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky
Yeah, grease, 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 60
Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney
Criminal Pinckney, 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 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 takers
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 18 in hella jewels
Now I'm 28 in hella jewels
I'll be 38 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 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, mesmerize, memorize
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 60
Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney
Criminal Pinckney, 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 kicking 'em down
Flicky in the whip
They wish I was slit, but I cannot give 'em the clout