Back On My Grizzy

Bitch I'm back on my grizzy Young Money where you at Two tables and a mic Tell the DJ run it back [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 b-r-r-at-at-at-tat Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum And I'm so young but I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum Just bought a new crib, inside's so dumb 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 does 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 an Eastside blood and I don't smoke that crip I smoke that Kush, first name Bubba First names 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 supposed to be balling When I'm on the phone with bitches man the money keep calling You ain't satisfied till 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 can take a shit where I stand, where I stand And watch you pussies piss in your pants You ain't a man your a ho I could kill him with the flow And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral 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 asterisk You niggas can't see me, I'm on my casper shit Runnin' 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 gonna 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 Patron shots I pop popped and took some Grey Goose shots I pop popped, yeah Young Money bitch, and if you niggas want 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