Lil Wayne - Back On My Grizzy lyrics

Chop, chop chop yeah
Chop, chop chop drought 3
Chop, chop chop hahaha!
Chop, chop chop yeah
Scott Storch

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

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

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?
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

Hahaha! Young Money, bitch
Drought 3, in your neck, pussy
Haha! Like a Adam's apple, nigga
Weezy Baby, the God, amen gone!