Lil Wayne – South Musik Lyrics

South Musik

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"South Musik." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:37 pm

Album: Walk It Off

Track No: 10

AMG is the movement! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Shout out to my **** DJ Drama, man
You know you killing the mixtape game right now, man (Ill!)
**** can't fuck with my homie
Homie gettin' the cover of magazines, homie's well known everywhere
And you know if you gon' do a mixtape, you gotta go through Drama
That's just how it go, man
Respect my **** 'cause I respect my ****, and I fucks with him, man
So, y'all look out for the fucking official "Gangsta Grillz" album coming
Y'all know I'ma be on that thing doing what I do best, man
Weezy F. Baby, please say the "Baby," if you don't, your bitch will, holla!
See, we did the first "Dedication" before disaster
I see now why we named it that
Obviously, it was a reason
Dedication 2
For those not with us no more
We dedicate this to them (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
My name Wayne, and I came to party
My watch an Icee, and my chain a Frostee
Them b- like me, but they mans is salty
I ain't on strike three, but his brains'll cost me
I'ma chill, like waiting for the doctor
I'm awaitin' for the proper head doctor, hey, I need a check-up
And mami telling me her man need to step up
I'm like, "Say no more, 'cause there's the door"
And my n- like I ain't tryin' hate on yours"
I'm like, "Boy I don't save no w-," oh, no
I'm too small to go against the code
So I grab me a freak and be like, "Let's roll"
'Cause after the afterparty, it's the muh'f- bachelor party, that's what's up
Master suite, master, me
And we "Ungh!"-ing all night like Master P, yeah
Big shout-out to the A-Town
Shout to the Fourth Ward
Can't forget the West side, Bankhead, what up?
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
Shout to Adamsville
Shout my **** on Taylor Road (hey)
My name Wayne, and I came from money
I gotta pretty b- with me, but her brains is ugly
Got a city b- with me, but her brains is country
Yeah, a silly b- with me, man, her brains is dummy
Be smart, I'll take the brains of dummies
That Desert Eagle "New Workout Plan", brain, then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb-better than these lames that's stuntin'
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, "No, he didn't get that new Bentley, black and white"
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer, "Make sure there's no equivalent"
So that makes this a one-of-one
That mean, none before it, none to come
Young Money, but the money ain't young, neither the night
So, what are you drinkin'? Make it a double, you in trouble, oh
Shout to my Chi-Town ****
Shout to everybody in Detroit
Duval County, what up? (The Aphilliates, ****! Holla at your boy)
Dr- Dr- Dr- Dramatic
Can't forget Memphis
Lil' Larry, welcome to the family
"Dedication 2"
DJ Drama! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) (ayy)
My name Wayne, and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
Like the song say, "Get-Get your ass on up"
But her thong say, "Pull me down or to the side"
And I go and say, "Sweetie, can you open up your walkway?"
Bet I run up and down your hallway all day, sh-
Ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, oh
Hollygrove hard case, star-face, Scarface
Very similar to my pa' face, I'm particular 'bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window, you saw space
I ride high, my interior tie-die, I'm so superior
You're lookin' at Cash Money's interior, you hearin' me?
Birdman, J-R, period, holla at a n- when you're serious, sh- (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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