Mains Skepta, Chip & Young Adz

[Intro: 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

[Chorus: 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 niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor, show me the door
My niggas kicking 'em down
Flicky in the whip, they wish I would slip
But I cannot give 'em the clout