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 **** tryna eat, I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor, show me the door
My **** kickin' 'em down
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 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 pudding again
When I step in the bando, things in the work
'Cause act like Vladimir Putin just came
**** 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
Got little .32 concealed sealed in boxers, call that fire on the mains
I was on tour with the hitters on the deck, had fire on the stage
Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he sees a opp, little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage
What do you reckon how I survive?
Impeccable teckers, no point rockin' a vest when you steppin'
Lookin' above how **** be wettin'
Cheffing, kweffin', shootin', bootin'
London's mad, end of discussion
Fuck all the talk, my ****, do something
You're not the G.O.A.T., ****, you mutton
I was eighteen in hella jewels
Now I'm twenty-eight and hella jewels
I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels
You been 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 that the man there will rush 'em
Hands-on man, no hands on grams
But I still got my hands on grands
Gyal in my bed straight after the booth
Damn right, got hands-on plans
Scales in my rucksack, car got a way mad ting when it lands
Two in the queue, no intent to supply
I get high, it's a percy pie
Had to bust my hood, yeah, I was outside in the rain
Anyone can dead, push me to the edge
I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train
**** ain't shootin', **** just gassin' it, I put a rack on it
All my **** 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 see she want a friend-with-benefits
No, we ain't gotta pretend
Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man catch him eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, you might see my **** in the video, but they coming in disguise
Hop out, a **** surprise
Sold out Ally Pally twice
VVS and all the ice
The boogers mesmerize, memorise
Treating the Range like a sports car
And I ain't never seen another **** do it big
Saw what I spend on my daughter
Now she screamin' "Goals" and she wanna hide my kids
Let the fiend try that thought, she said Jesus, Nazareth
Mami hit me 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 **** try to rob man gold, that's bronze tips in the silver wap
And I just put coke in the stove, gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap
I got a **** 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 that we got larger waps
Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp
Growin' up now, gotta move different
I only cheat 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 cah I never been nicked
I was in eighteen tryna buy me a coupe
You wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit
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 **** tryna eat, I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor, show me the door
My **** kickin' 'em down
Flicky in the whip, they wish I was slit
But I cannot give 'em the clout

Writer(s): Chip, Skepta & Young Adz.