[Chorus] Am You're getting way too big for your boots Bm You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Bm Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth, look Am You're getting way too big for your boots Am You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Am Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth [Verse 1] Am Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it Am Bun all the talking, go on then, do it Am Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ Bm Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it" Am Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack Am Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap Am Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed Bm Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?) Am Clown, stand down Bm Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound Am You were never bad then, you ain't bad now Bm Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down Am Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes Bm Said fuck that, I can't wear those Am I don't like them, they're not my ting Bm They went silent, they're all weirdos Am Like yeah, Stormz gone clear Am Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler Am Mandem are calm, but you see my don there? Bm Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare Am Don't care who you know from my block Am You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed Am They can take my car and my creps Bm I'll still do the road in my socks Am Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him? Am Weed in a cigarette, blue slims Am Don't be an idiot, move smart Bm I've been killing it, new king Am Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff Am You're a prick by yourself, go and group up Am And when Krept went States for the BETs Bm I was covering Krept like a bootcut Am Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting Am Dem man are broke, no salary ting Am Had a peng ting called Amy Bm Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting Am Merky Academy ting Am Coming like art in a gallery ting Am Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars Bm Wanna chat about crud but, but, but [Chorus] Am You're getting way too big for your boots Bm You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Bm Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth, look Am You're getting way too big for your boots Am You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Am Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth [Verse 2] Am I'm too hot Bm Drug money in my shoebox Am I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out Bm Like the brudda from the Boondocks Am Beats 1 in my boombox Bm Still steal meat from the stew pot Am Mandem go sick when my tune drops Bm Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot Am What? Pronounce it right, you prick Bm I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this Am I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick Bm Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs Am Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz Bm Real Gs gonna ride around to this Am Man, I've got no time to write a diss Bm I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting Am I don't care what rave man's in Bm I came here to relax but if it gets mad Am Mek a young boy take man's tings Bm Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel? Am Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel Bm I was in the O2 singing my lungs out Am Bm Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele Am Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Bm Salute to my sister as well Am Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit Bm Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf Am Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline Bm But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline Am Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit Bm You're getting way too old for the timeline Am You're getting way too old for a diss Bm Should've looked after your kids Am Get out the booth, go home to your son Bm It's never too late to commit Am It's like man love put my name in a bar Bm Random flight, get a plane to Qatar Am This year, I learnt how to take care of business Bm Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar [Chorus] Am You're getting way too big for your boots Bm You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Bm Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth, look Am You're getting way too big for your boots Am You're never too big for the boot Am I've got the big size twelves on my feet Bm Your face ain't big for my boot Am Kick up the yout Am Man know that I kick up the yout Am Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth Bm How dare you twist up the truth
