[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]

You are watching a master at work

Yeah!

Haha! Drama, I'm back

This what y'all was waiting on?

Dedication 2, bah

I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around

Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now

We been eating around these parts!

Get 'em! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[False Starts: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]

My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (Ill!)

(G— G— G-Get 'em!)

My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping

If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something (Gangsta!)

(G— G-Get— G-Get 'em!) Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]

My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping

If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something

If nigga owe something, need a doctor's note from him

Or his throat from him; these lil niggas? (Pay attention!)

Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un'

I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (Oh!)

My bitch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman

I tell a bitch I'm probably better off with no woman

Yeah, I get that brand-new money

I'm the boss, bitch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming

Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em

I hope his kids not with him

Y'all motherfuckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south

Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch

What up? Putting out cockroaches in the ashtray

It's payday 'til my last day, yeah

Walking that line with a lot on my mind

I get that money, never dropping a dime

I don't hate—never, not on my time

I'll put that little red dot on your mind

Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm—

Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a—

Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah

And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride

Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah

Zoom-zoom, bitch, ride a nigga broom, witch

Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, bitch

Now, break out the perfume, bitch

And niggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship

Straight up, tell 'em, I do's this

One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips

Wayne that shit, shit on y'all

Given to you from the God: I am the God

[Break: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & DJ drops]

Gangsta Gri-Zillz!

A dedication!

Yeah

My nigga, Philant, rest in peace!

Yeah, yeah

Weezy Baby, the God

That's right

Hehehe

Fee, I had to!

Gangsta Gri-zillz!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]

Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental

Super-super soaker, wet a nigga like a swimsuit

I think they sipping on that "I Can Fuck With Him" juice

Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose

I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere

And if a nigga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there

That's my word, got a urge to hit a nigga and swerve

And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet

It's me, motherfucker, what's better to see?

And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef

See, I would meet each one of you niggas in the street

Then eat, and pick you little bitches out my teeth

Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, nigga

With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, nigga

My brothers, you have sinned

And the God, I am, amen