[Verse 1: Aystar]
I'm a beast when it comes to this shit
I spit flames, I'm hot, these man are all tits
I'll clip brains with Glocks from like a thirty metre range
So don't get sprayed by the shot
I got some sick kids that'll break in your crib for your crop
And they only use a screwy for the lock
And don't wake up and try and come running out with no top
Cause that four-four cannon's like Shannon, it's big and it pops
Dead loud, it's not a little two-two
So if I press this once then all your mates are running off
Cause he can tell by the way that shit pops
And the decibels that somebody's head's coming off
If it touches, your boys'll be going home on crutches
If Y Sav touches with the shank he didn't get out the butchers
All these other n***as are just busters
Writing dead bars, that's that shit I don't fuck with

[Chorus: Aystar]
Make sure you got that shit
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?
Just go and cop that shit, you get me?
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
[Verse 2: Mazza L20]
Aystar already told youse, go and cop that shit
But don't be a little scruff and try and rob that shit
I'm like Freddy with a shotty how he shot that prick
He tried to run like Jethro but he's not that quick
Live a day in my shoes but they might not fit
Air Max 95's but we call 'em 110's
I'm a Scouser from the Pool, we don't fold or bend
Ket wigs with Montirex trackies, on trend
Brudda from another mother, no we're not friends
So if you touch one of mine, you're getting smoked, that's revenge
They're like "Mazza when's the remix dropping? Help me find that"
Put it on your iPhone, put it on your iPad
Stream it on Spotify, play it on your iMac
Put it on the radio, your speakers getting hijacked
Or you can go on Apple Music and buy that
So go and cop that shit cause it's like that

[Chorus: Aystar]
Make sure you got that shit
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?
Just go and cop that shit, you get me?
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
[Verse 3: Still Brickin]
Aystar already told youse, go and cop that shit
Man said there's a scores, I had to cop that quick
G-lock with a drum, I had to cop that switch
And send the kids round there to go and drop that prick
Hella brooms and mops
Got some shooters round me that might burn your top
And if you're rocking jewels, man'll jerk your watch
Cause I'm the boss of the Pool like Jurgen Klopp
I'm with a certi squad
Free my dargs out the can that got birded off
You know the grand power's there but I prefer the Glock
You know he ain't selling straps, I prefer a swap
Man are built for war
Look around me, I swear there's always straps galore
A three-eight spesh but I prefer the fours
And man are quick to clap, no round of applause

[Chorus: Aystar]
Make sure you got that shit
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?
Just go and cop that shit, you get me?
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