"Kop That Shit (Remix)" lyrics
Aystar, Potter Payper & Skrapz Lyrics
Make sure you cop that shit
Make sure you cop that shit
Ha, 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 listenin' to that)
I told me manager, "Stop sendin' me these rappers" (Stop that)
But, when it comes to Scousematic, cop that
And any mixtape that I drop, you better cop it
If I shoot you pint blank, this ain't a game, you can't block it (Bah)
Four hundred break horse on the Golf, you can't jock it (Skrrt)
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 (Bam)
The new mixtape, make sure you cop it (Cop 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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop 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 (Bling-blaow)
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 eye-raped
Pull up on who? I'ma shoot till you're sideways (Bah, bah, bah)
I was broke like a bad joke gave me migraines
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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic)
Bum, I'm in a three-piece with a double-breasted blazer
Got my .45, but I'm on my best behaviour
Young buck keeps runnin' the chamber
He stays with his 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 (Mhm, 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 (Hahahaha)
My darg will bring me a stick if I tell him, "Fetch it" (Woof, woof)
Rapid, it's either gonna be a spinner or a 'matic (Brrt)
And when the fire's in my hand, I'm movin' 'ratic
I park up and jump out, and then I— (Skah, grrah, grrah, grrah), 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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic)
Haha, yeah
Gangsters and gentleman
You already know what it is
Scousematic, mm, yeah
Boom, boom, boom
Make sure you cop that shit
Ha, 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 listenin' to that)
I told me manager, "Stop sendin' me these rappers" (Stop that)
But, when it comes to Scousematic, cop that
And any mixtape that I drop, you better cop it
If I shoot you pint blank, this ain't a game, you can't block it (Bah)
Four hundred break horse on the Golf, you can't jock it (Skrrt)
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 (Bam)
The new mixtape, make sure you cop it (Cop 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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop 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 (Bling-blaow)
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 eye-raped
Pull up on who? I'ma shoot till you're sideways (Bah, bah, bah)
I was broke like a bad joke gave me migraines
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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic)
Bum, I'm in a three-piece with a double-breasted blazer
Got my .45, but I'm on my best behaviour
Young buck keeps runnin' the chamber
He stays with his 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 (Mhm, 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 (Hahahaha)
My darg will bring me a stick if I tell him, "Fetch it" (Woof, woof)
Rapid, it's either gonna be a spinner or a 'matic (Brrt)
And when the fire's in my hand, I'm movin' 'ratic
I park up and jump out, and then I— (Skah, grrah, grrah, grrah), 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 cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit
You get me? (Tramp)
Just go and cop that shit, you get me? (Cop it)
Just go and cop that shit
And if you ain't got that shit, then cop that shit
But don't be a little bum and go and rob that shit (Scousematic)
Haha, yeah
Gangsters and gentleman
You already know what it is
Scousematic, mm, yeah
Boom, boom, boom
