Lil Wayne — Back On My Grizzy

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Chop, chop chop Yeah Chop, chop chop Drought 3 Chop, chop chop Hahaha! Chop, chop chop Yeah Scott Storch [Verse 1 (false start): Lil Wayne] Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back Bi—Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back, bi—bi—bi—bi— [Break: Lil Wayne] Chop, chop chop Hahaha! Chop, chop chop You ready now? Cut me up, Drew Chop, chop chop Cut the music up, baby Chop, chop chop Yeah, I'm going in, haha! Scott Storch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? If you fuck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at? Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack Boy, that chopper keep drumming, like brr-at-da-dat-dat Or "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum," and I'm so young But I'm a giant, like, "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum" Just bought a new crib inside Sodom Got some money put away in case the hurricane come I'm a fucking shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes I go out my way just to get my 'dro and my dough 'Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes I doh's I got gasoline coming out my pores, I'm a torch I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch, and a Porsche I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick I'm a Eastside Blood, and I don't smoke that Crip I smoke that kush, first name "Bubba" First name "Young," last name "Stunna" Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking Smooth as a cruise boat, floats when I'm walking I boast 'cause I'm balling, I'm 'posed to be balling When I'm on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling! You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling Telling you where to leave the money in the morning OK, you want a zombie movie instead That's when you walk in your house, and everybody dead Yeah, I could take a shit where I stand—where I stand! And watch you pussies piss in your pants You ain't a man, you're a ho, I could kill him with the flow And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral Yeah, big guns, so they drinking big shots And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch The Korean call me "Wayne Chang"—now listen, ma I don't know karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah! I'm the man in this bitch They say money talks; well, I'm the ventriloquist And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch Boy, that ho colder than my hand and my wrist Boy, I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint And when I'm done, this track will need a couple bandages I be with savages, and I'm above average I'm a crazy-ass star like a fucking asteri'k You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit Running so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after dick And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it? [Hook: Lil Wayne] I pop-popped, and took some Patrón shots I pop-popped, and took some Grey Goose shots I pop-popped Yeah Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wanna do it We chop-chop, and leave your back on the block We pop cops, and ain't no rats on my block, I got shop I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay' Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away [Outro: Lil Wayne] Hahaha! Young Money, bitch Drought 3, in your neck, pussy Haha! Like a Adam's apple, nigga Weezy Baby, the God, amen—gone!