Pop Style (remix)

[Verse 1: Jordeezy]
It's Pop Style, I'm on my trial in court
They reported that I'm too overrated
Y'all waited too long cause a nigga is still standing
I be stacking them papers, I'm mad sharp like razor blades
I be having them shades on 'cause I'm on my Pop Style swagger
This is chapter two, your crew is straight up wack
I'm a true manic, my dick is bulletproof, I be on my groove
Anybody knows they can't move like me, nigga
No one can dance better than me, like
Y'all can't forget me 'cause that's a given
Listen, I need a moment to take y'all out of my zone
I'm too grown to battle y'all young boys
I got my homeboys by my side this, is going worldwide
I got that Pop Style, y'all can't freestyle like me
Y'all lifestyle is a joke, y'all some broke ass niggas
Y'all better fuck off my section, y'all better ask for protection
I'm causing true affection in y'all graves, I be moving like them waves
Y'all can't never state the facts that y'all can't take my rap game away
I'm still on my rap fame, I overcame my pride
It's a love scene, like Bonnie and Clyde
Y'all can never hide, 'cause a nigga always finds a way
Destroy every male and female rapper cause I'm just straight savage
Y'all need to manage y'all raps better
I could feel the pressure, I already got my pay
I slay all day, everyday, I replay my shit cause it's mad sick
My shit causing mad tragic by the magic that y'all want
'Cause every shit I be featured on, I straight kill it
All my niggas turn up, turn my birthday into a lifestyle
Tell my homies and my bitches that I'll love them if I don't make it
But it's a chance that I'ma make it 'cause I'm legit, I be in my spotlight

[Verse 2: Brain Busta]
The Pop Style was wack till I busted through your stereo
Y'all jamming it so loud you can hear it from the stairs below
My rhymes are what will soon be number one on the charts
I'mma become all of y'all idols in your minds and in your hearts
King of the rap game, people used to call rap lame and noisy
But now there are rap fans all over from Moscow to Boise
My rhymes are so icy that y'all will need sweaters
Fetty Wap and Nicki Minaj? Ha, I could do better
Me and Jordeezy gonna make this a hit track
Bodying y'all suckers as y'all watch the bullets stack
Emcees on the mic without even a single bit of skill
Y'all would get destroyed in battles, I'd go in for the kill
Get out of my grill 'cause I'm the true lyrical master
When people hear rap on the radio they call it a disaster
Well I'm bout to change that with all my rap power that's extreme
"I'd beat Busta in any battle," ha, in your dreams