Hyping
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)
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
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
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
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!
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
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