Kop That Shit (Brum Remix)

Make sure you kop that shit 
Make sure you kop that shit 
yeah 
Aystizzy 
You already know what it is 
Remix ting, you get me? (Yeah, nigga) 
Let's get it 

I'm a beast when I jump on these tracks 
I spit flames, I'm hot like a drop of hot wax 
The tape's already loaded like a .9 that's cocked back (Back) So when it drops, you better clap 
It's all eyes on me like a gyal who's got back 
No one's watchin' your shit 'cause you're whack 
One hundred percent if I had the chance to, then I ain't listenin' to that (I ain't  listеnin' to that) 
I told me manager, ""Stop sendin' mе these rappers"" (Stop that) But, when it comes to Scousematic, kop that 
And any mixtape that I drop, you better kop it 
If I shoot you point blank, this ain't a game, you can't block it Four hundred break horse on the Golf, you can't jock it The .44's too big, won't fit in the pocket (Nah) 
And you're gonna need the army to stop it (Trust me) 
You see, when I pop it, send him to the firmament like he's a rocket 
The new mixtape, make sure you kop it (Kop that) 

Make sure you got that shit (Make sure you got it) 
Make sure you got that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit 
You get me? (Tramp) 
Just go and kop that shit, you get me? (Kop it) 
Just go and kop that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit 

I'm a gangster and a gentleman, my suits are tailored 
I put my tracksuit on 'cause I was due some payments
Put killers in the bushes, yeah, we do surveillance 
Violate and live where? Don't lose your cranium 
I come with the brick squad, I'm like the Gucci Mane 
I was star in the traps, I ain't new to fame
How you're rappin' when you got boots to lace? 
I got some young boy killers that'll shoot your face 
That's a twelve gauge, take your face off like Nick Cage Distasteful, here's my dick, how does this taste? 
Disgraceful, little bitch, get your wig straight 
Get your facts straight, I got rich off a mixtape 
On a strip mate, please, don't get me irate  
Pull up on who? I'ma shoot till you're sideways (Bah, bah, bah) I was broke like a bad joke gave me migranes 
Now, it's Frankie with the four eyes, I mean five chains (Scousematic) 

Make sure you got that shit (Make sure you got it) 
Make sure you got that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit 
You get me? (Tramp) 
Just go and kop that shit, you get me? (Kop it) 
Just go and kop that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic) 

Boom, I'm in a three-piece with a double-breasted blazer Got my .45, but I'm on my best behaviour 
Young buck keeps one in the chamber 
He stays with a mask on, you see his nose and eyes like a alligator I used to break down bricks, carry the remainder 
Add it do the next brick like I'm playin' Tetris (trust me, let's go) And even though I might forgive, I still don't forget shit So you've always gotta expect the unexpected My darg will bring me a stick if I tell him, ""Fetch it"" 
Rapid, it's either gonna be a spinner or a 'matic 
And when the fire's in my hand, I'm movin' 'ratic 
I park up and jump out, and then I
Did you  catch it? 
Five quid on a T-shirt and a jacket 
Don't worry about me, I been already had it 
If you ain't got it yet, then go grab it

Make sure you got that shit (Make sure you got it) Make sure you got that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit You get me? (Tramp) 
Just go and kop that shit, you get me? (Kop it) 
Just go and kop that shit 
And if you ain't got that shit, then kop that shit 
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic) 
 
Yeah 
Gangsters and gentleman 
You already know what it is 
Scousematic, yeah 
Boom, boom, boom