Grime Reaper - Hyping lyrics

[Intro] Where's my trainers man Getting ready to go out Friday night, time to get dressed Puttin' on cologne, you know, Amen You know that Issey Issey, Miyaki Miyaki, Issey thing (the sparkley one) [Verse 1] Everyone's hyping about tonight Bare phonecalls to my phone all day Walk out my bedroom, turn up 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 blazin' a green And Skepta is nowhere to be seen Blood, 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 shubs On the motorway, halfway there We have to pull over and wait for a bree Get to the rave, walk to the door And the shubs ain't even on no more [Break] All right, 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 leyley And you're breaking down on motorway I swear, freaking long ting [Verse 2] Everyone's hyping about tonight I might even have to turn off my phone Bare phonecalls and text messages Cause this girls want guest list, no You best pay at the door I can't really get you in free You all better know about Boy Better Know me I just roll through in my Boy Better Know Tee I just roll through air and a chick at the door Saying 'Jme, please please me plus four' (Derkhead) Why you calling me for? Probably not even on a par Plus there's bare of us My bredrins are my priority, truss Maybe once everyone's in I might give a blight to that sorting [Break] [?] [Verse 3] Everyone's hyping about tonight Truth says there might be a little beef Two crews on a lineup don't like each other Somebody may lose their teeth Yeah, I know it's not good If we all could get along - we would Anyway, strap that, I'm saying a lot We have to get their one on a dough Everyone who's got a car don't wanna drive Licence and insurance is live But their arguing over things that are petty Like the frontseat and paying for pety By the time their arguing's done Look at the time, quarter past one My phone's copping off in my pocket We have to pay back the deposit [Break] What I'm saying is I only paid 50 pound At the deposit, yeah Because I went to my account I was overdrawns ain't paying no more P's over that You were all tripping And get a promoter back his money Cause I was ready to go to the rave, yeah You all wasteman, derkhead