Pop Champagne Remix

[Intro:Jordeezy]
Yo uh huh your boy Lord Deezy with them bottles

[Verse 1:Jordeezy]
About to pop champagne you got much to train
I bring the pain in the game yo them bottles stay flaming
It's a god damn shame you wanna have problems
With the nigga that still dropping
Them kills
I stay topping the mills
The audience came for Lord Deezy y'all just sad
You the type to use your pad
Whenever you don't got shit
On the realist rapper on this shit
Champagne ohh we
Pop champagne tell ma to hurry
Up with the bottle
We about to turn up hottest
Nigga in America I bust the rhymes mediocre
I'm the soldier
Where the baddest bitches stay begging
I be stomping the yard I'll rip you apart like a chainsaw
You about to play the game like jigsaw
That stay torturing your ass
I keep that stash of cash
You ain't gonna pass the lord of rap
I'll snap you in half I'll be laughing
When you get your ass kicked by the mob
I drop the beat like it's hot cannot stop
Me from keeping the rhythm smooth
I be in the booth
To pop champagne
I can't tame
Myself from being the unstoppable nigga I'll be on the next move
I stay flexing in my groove I'll be like a snooze
That keeps keeping shit steady
I got plenty
Of time I'm slippery like slime
I stay sour like that lime I be devouring overtime
You'll be mine girl uh huh come to my place
Mabye we can have our space I be racing
Them niggas with the race car call me scarface
You better pick up the pace girl before I replace
You with another bitch that takes orders from the leader
I got that nuclear
Weapon I stay balling
Like Lebron I stay walling
On that caution acid
I'll leave your ass stranded I'll put you in the casket
Girl you take my love for granted
Oh man not again
I have to put them niggas in the deadpool
Girl
You take my kindness like it's a game
Girl you think I'm playing I keep breaking
That pussy like no other nigga can
Haha I be on that trap I'll clap back
Once you make it back but you might as well give up
Nigga back the fuck up stay on the floor and don't get up
I'll make sure you stay prisoner I got the best rubber
I'll throw y'all in the gutter you motherfuckers
I'm outta this shit cause I already broke the records
I cause them storms my dick makes the alarm
Go off
I make y'all cough
Up blood you stay struggling
My niggas from jersey stay bumping
To my shit and New York
Cause they know
I the nigga that stay stopping fake
Rappers to make
It to the top uh huh peace
My masterpiece releases
On June 30th 2018
I stay making
Them kills
I keep the milli
On my block
I stay knocking
You down
Uptown

[Bridge:Jordeezy]
Fuck you up yeah I'm ghetto but I just got the moves to make shit go crazy

[Verse 2:Brain Busta]
I be rolling down the street and popping champagne
B R A I N B U S T A is my name
Y'all be tryna jock my style well you ain't gonna win
Cause Brain Busta will destroy you on my face there will be a grin
Dropping bombs on the rap game with my homie Jordeezy
All of y'all our whack and your rhymes ain't never gonna please me
I'm an mazing rapper and I may be only thirteen
But y'all ain't putting in no effort whole hard is how I'm working
The track is called Pop Champage and it's a remix
Watch in amazement as I do these three tricks
First up's the Big Pun effect oh wow what the hell what the heck
I'm crazy as hell the wild card in the deck while y'all just rejects
Next up is the Jordeezy effect make the rhymes short and snappy
Your skill is crappy and listening to your tracks ain't making me happy
Finally is the Brain Busta effect as I end this track
I'mma let you know something It's that I sure ain't whack