Big For Your Boots
Stormzy Lyrics


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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
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
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 BACARDÍ
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
Hashtag 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
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

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 Nine to Five 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
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
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

Overall Meaning

Stormzy's song Big For Your Boots is a rap song that is filled with boasts and warnings as he demonstrates his dominance over his competition. He talks about how people are starting to get too big for their boots and how he's always ready to put them back in their place with his "big size twelves" on his feet. Stormzy also shows off his skills as an MC, as he cleverly twists the truth of those who attempt to challenge him, and tells them to back down or face the consequences.


Throughout the song, Stormzy emphasizes the importance of staying grounded and not forgetting where you come from, even as you become more successful. He talks about the pressures of fame and how he's learned to handle it, while also pointing out the flaws in those who try to "chat about bars" or "crud" but fail to live up to their words. The lyrics are filled with sharp, witty remarks that showcase Stormzy's ability to construct clever wordplay, while also highlighting his raw talent as a rapper.


Overall, Big For Your Boots is a powerful and confident statement from one of the UK's most talented MCs. It is a testament to Stormzy's ability to combine insightful lyrics with fierce beats, and it is a song that will undoubtedly continue to resonate with listeners for years to come.


Line by Line Meaning

You're getting way too big for your boots
You're starting to overestimate yourself


You're never too big for the boot
You can never be too big for a reality check


I've got the big size twelves on my feet
I wear big shoes because I walk a big talk


Your face ain't big for my boot
Your ego won't withstand my honesty


Kick up the yout
Empower the kids


Man know that I kick up the yout
People know I do my part in helping the youth


Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
These guys tried to manipulate the facts


How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're out of line


Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
If you want to act tough, bring it


Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Stop talking and take action


Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Having a good time with some alcohol


Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"
My friend is advising me not to cause trouble


Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack
I'm tempted but I won't give in to bad behavior


Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap
If I fight, I'm not going to do it with just my fists


Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
Even when I'm not drunk, I'm excited


Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)
You talk tough but you have no car or weapons


Clown, stand down
You're a joke, calm down


Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You never had a weapon


You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
You weren't tough before and you're not tough now


Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
You never owned a MAC-10 then, so don't act tough now


Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
I saw many shoes and clothes


Said fuck that, I can't wear those
I didn't like any of them so I passed on them


I don't like them, they're not my ting
I'm not into them, they're not my style


They went silent, they're all weirdos
The people around me stopped talking, they're all strange


Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
I made it big


Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
I didn't have fancy designer brands


Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
My people are chill but my boss is different


Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare
Stop the nonsense, don't even think about it


Don't care who you know from my block
I don't care who you know, I won't back down


You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
You're not a gangster, you will get beat up


They can take my car and my creps
They can take my car and my shoes


I'll still do the road in my socks
I'll still keep hustling barefoot if I have to


Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
No one can stop me from being successful


Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
I smoke weed in a blue cigarette


Don't be an idiot, move smart
Be wise in your actions


I've been killing it, new king
I've been doing great, I'm the new king


Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
People are not yet prepared for my new music


You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
You're a loser, join some friends


And when Krept went States for the BETs
When my colleague Krept went to BETs in the US


I was covering Krept like a bootcut
I was protecting Krept like a denim style


Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
It's a family affair, just family


Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Those men are broke, not making money


Had a peng ting called Amy
I had a beautiful girl named Amy


Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
Asking me to come over and have a good time


Hashtag Merky Academy ting
It's a Merky Academy thing


Coming like art in a gallery ting
It's like a work of art on display


Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Those guys talk about lyrics


Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
They want to talk about street life


I'm too hot
I'm too good to handle


Drug money in my shoebox
I keep money from drugs in a shoebox


I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
I'm the boss and my concerts are sold out


Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Like the brother from The Boondocks cartoon


Beats 1 in my boombox
I listen to Beats 1 on my radio


Still steal meat from the stew pot
I still steal meat from the family's pot of stew


Mandem go sick when my tune drops
My people go crazy when my song plays


Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
It's pronounced Hublot, not Hublot


What? Pronounce it right, you prick
What's wrong with you, pronounce it properly


I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
I get angry, yeah, I'm ready to die for this


I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
I don't care, I'll have sex with your girlfriend


Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs
I'm very stressed so I'll smoke some weed


Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz
I'm ready to support Flipz


Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Real gangsters will support this


Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I don't have time to write a diss track


I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I didn't leave my regular job for this bad business


I don't care what rave man's in
I don't care which party is happening


I came here to relax but if it gets mad
I came here to chill but I'm ready to action if needed


Mek a young boy take man's tings
Let a young boy steal from you


Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Are you really telling me to not rebel


Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
No, you can never be too big to stand up for what's right


I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
I had a concert in O2 and sang my heart out


Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Hey man, you can never be too big to appreciate Adele


Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Leave my place, say goodbye to my girl


Salute to my sister as well
Respect to my sister too


Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
I keep my trophies at my mom's house


Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf
I'm too successful, I can't contain myself


Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
I see many rappers who want to take a back seat


But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
But I have more great music in store


Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit
Adults are tweeting me nonsense


You're getting way too old for the timeline
You're too old to be wasting time on social media




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Karl Joseph, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior

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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
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
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 BACARDÍ
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
Hashtag 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
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
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 Nine to Five 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
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
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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This song makes me want to talk during independent reading time

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