Hyping

Lyrics

[Intro] Where's my trainers man? Getting ready to go out (Find the right trainers) Friday night, time to get dressed Puttin' on cologne, you know, amen (Boy Better Know t-shirt) You know that Issey Issey, Miyaki Miyaki, Issey thing (the sparkly one) [Verse 1] Everyone's hyping about tonight Bare phone calls to my phone all day Walk out my bedroom, turn out the light It's time for man to move to the rave Then I switch like federal agents 'Cause Trigs is rinsing my fragrance Gams and Shorty's blazin' a green And Skepta's nowhere to be seen Blud, I swear down It always happens when we leave out No matter what we do, it's no good We'll always be late to the shoobs On the motorway, halfway there We have to pull over and wait for a breh Get to the rave, walk to the door And the shoobs ain't even on no more [Break 1] Aight, nobody can blame me, yeah? When I was saying "Come let's go, let's go" You were all burning CDs and that, yeah You know, 'cause I'm nothing brother I was ready from time ago You were on a ley-ley And you're breaking down on motorway I swear, flippin' long ting [Verse 2] Everyone's hyping about tonight I might even have to turn off my phone Bare phone calls and text messages 'Cause these girls want guest list, no You best pay at the door I can't really get you in free Gyal better know about Boy Better Know me I just roll thru in my Boy Better Know Tee I just roll thru airin' a chick at the door Saying, "Jme, please please me plus four" (Derkhead) Why you calling me for? Probably not even on the bore Plus there's bare of us My bredrins are my priority, truss Maybe once everyone's in I might give a blight to that sore ting [Break 2] Soreee! Sore ting! Gams and Potts getting sore in the car park with that gash Don't think I didn't see you yeah Trigs, Shorty, Reggie and Hats All on that ting, don't think I didn't see you, sore Soreee! [Verse 3] Everyone's hyping about tonight True say there might be a little beef Two crews on a lineup don't like each other Somebody might lose their teeth Yeah, I know it's not good If we all could get along - we would Anyway, scrap that, I'm saying a lot We have to get there, one on the dot Everyone who's got a car don't wanna drive Licence and insurance is live But they're arguing over things that are petty Like the front seat and paying for pett-y By the time their arguing's done Look at the time, quarter past one My phone's popping off in my pocket We have to pay back the deposit [Break 3] All I'm saying is I'm only paying 50 pound At the deposit, yeah Because, I went to my account I was overdrawn so I ain't paying no more P's over that You all chip in And get the promoter back his money 'Cause I was ready to go to the rave, yeah You lot are wasteman, derkhead