Tim Westwood - Hype (Freestyle) lyrics

[Spoken: Lil Dicky] Finally in Europe Bup Ding bup LD aka Bup Bup Ding bup I can do what I want when I rap Okay, that's enough [Verse 1: Lil Dicky] Oh my god, I'm popping out in Europe Oh, they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up I'm the type of dude that never liked decorum I give no f**s, I'm farting at the urinal Mama used to call me Davey-Wavy Twenty years later, Davey wavy I'm Russell Westbrook, the guard changing Still push the same car, baby Old whip, stilly on the map, new b**hes in the back They been f**ing with the kid for a minute Oh my my Got ‘em looking like they ‘bout to go and let a motherf**er in to rip it like a ticket I be going to bed like this I don't even gotta go and pretend I'm this I don't even gotta trip Still in that London apartment like aye My girl look like she got Parkinson's, aye I got her moving and shaking like ay I'm coming first when I let her like ay Turning up everywhere, Johnny Manziel I got somebody else checking my mail Hoes in formation, I'm feeling like Bey I just don't see how someone could debate They don't even like to post me on FADER f** it, I'm what they all not Labels they know it, they call lot I got OGs in my call log I can't name names Just know I been great to the greatest But, f** it, it's your blog I bet they love this on Worldstar No bugging me, that's a girl car Fifty just hit me like, damn homie Go buy Lil Dicky, I'm saying Still, sh** a landslide How this sh** be holding up with their hands tied How this sh** be blowing up, Nicki pants size Could this sh** break ground, that's a landslide Got hits, John Kruk with the hand-eye You don't see the light of day, I'm like a tan thigh And I drop a video, ton of impressions I look around, I see nothing but impressions [Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)] Not of me, Tim, just of each other Yeah Tim Tim Tim Tim Tim (That's me baby) I know You think I'm gonna meet my wife in London? (I hope so) She could be here, no? (Yeah, waiting for you, baby) Oh [Verse 2: Lil Dicky] Oh, they was sleeping, but now they awake Is he a Drizzy or Louis CK? If he was both of them b**hes with both of them businesses, sh** would be criggity-cray Wish after wish like I'm blowing this cake b**h after b**h, they been hollering my name Cling to my wood like a newborn koala Cap on my sh** when I twist like Odwalla Okay, now they trying to get involved with it No girl yet, I gotta see ‘em all first No chain, I been trying to keep it all business Lay it down like manure and the sh** work Drinking my water, I pick up a quarter You know that the money get saved, ay whoa Why you recording? Reporters recording the sh** that I say, ay I don't even gotta downgrade it I ain't loving what I found lately People look at me prayer hoping People look at you Periscoping I might have to be a tastemaker This ain't Iggy, but I date Lakers [Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)] I go out with them sometimes (Very cool) [Verse 3: Lil Dicky] Cut the losses, cut the bosses Independent, f** the office At the Wingstop, bunch of sauces Shout to Rick Ross, huh, bossing I ain't peak yet I don't p jet Fly coach, Jay Wright sh** They send me Nikes, send me Reeboks Got a new box, I ain't peek yet But I been skim milk chugging with a b**h hot as asphalt b**h wonder why I'm cumming quick, it's your a** fault Say what you want, I be saying sh** later You watching movies and wish you could date her My life a movie, I think I might date her I'd hit her on Twitter but I'm out of data [Spoken: Lil Dicky] I always run out of data Is it ‘day-ta' or ‘dah-ta'? I hope it's ‘day-ta', for the sake of the rhyme I even upgraded my plan I swear, I do a lot of social media Alright, thank you