Lil Wayne - Hands Up (My Last) Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Let's get f*cked up
On the road to riches, you're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down 'til it's just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches
Got a long ass list full of badass bitches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on like the lights, I lights up the kush
Knocked out, Tyson fights
I'm talking about ass and titties, Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the "F" is for "forget it"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up in some fine dime, then she give me Einstein
Young Money, motherf*cker, yeah, we picked a fine time
I'm a 17, nigga, bitch, I don't mind dying, man
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a motherf*ckin' death wish
Thugga in this bitch, he say, "f*ck y'all niggas"
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul, nigga
Let Nina bust in your face like a porn star, nigga
Yeah, I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on my skateboard, "Kick, Push" swagger
Got my girl to the room, got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip in the world
Right here in my gat, yeah
And I wish a nigga play, I'ma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? Then f*ck you in the ass
187 in a hockey mask, ha
YMCMB gon' ball 'til we fall and it's f*ck all y'all
Ball 'til we fall and it's f*ck all y'all
We straight, sorry for the wait