Back on My Grizzy lyrics

[Intro]
Chop, chop, chop (Yeah)
Chop, chop, chop (Drought 3)
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop (Yeah)
Scott Storch

[Refrain]
b*tch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back
b*tch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back (Bi—)

[Interlude]
Chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop (You ready now? Cut me up, Drew)
Chop, chop, chop (Cut the music up, baby)
Chop, chop, chop (Yeah, I'm goin' in)
Scott Storch

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
If you f*ck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at?
Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack
Boy, that chopper keep drumming like brrat-da-dat-dat
Or ba-rum-ba-bum-bum and I'm so young
But I'm a giant like fee-fi-fo-fum
Just bought a new crib inside Sodom
Got some money put away in case the hurricane come
I'm a f*ckin' 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 dos
I got gasoline comin' 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 b*tch, the jury suck di*k
I'm an 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 talkin'
Smooth as the cruise boat, floats when I'm walkin'
I boast 'cause I'm ballin', I'm 'posed to be ballin'
When I'm on the phone with b*tches, man, the money keep callin'
You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be callin'
Tellin' you where to leave the money in the morning
Okay, you want a zombie movie instead
That's when you walk in your house and everybody dead
Yeah, I could take a sh*t where I stand, where I stand
And watch you pussies p*ss 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 f*ckin' funeral
Yeah, big guns, so they drinkin' 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch
They say money talks, well, I'm the ventriloquist
And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your b*tch
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 f*cking asterisk
You n*ggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper sh*t
Runnin' so much game, I f*ck around and lap a b*tch
The club like a grocery, I just bag a b*tch
And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks
I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after di*k
And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it?
[Chorus]
I pop-popped and took some Patrón shots
I pop-popped and took some Grey Goose shots
I pop-popped, yeah
Young Money, b*tch, and if you n*ggas wan' 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 b*tches freak away

[Outro]
Young Money, b*tch
Drought 3, in your neck, pus*y
Like an Adam's apple, n*gga
Weezy Baby, the god, amen, gone