Big For Your Boots

[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

[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

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

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