Hands Up (My Last) - Lil Wayne

Let’s get fucked 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 bad-ass bitches

And I stay burned out like a bad transmission

I’m on, like the lights I lights up

The kush, knocked out, Mike Tyson fight

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 and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein

Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked the fine time

I’ma 17, nigga.

Bitch, I don’t mind a dime

And I just ended up on every bitch’s sex list

Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin dead wish

Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y’all niggas

Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga

Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga

Let Nino 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 got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world

Right here in my Gat

And I wish a nigga play

I’mma bust a nigga ass

Hate Young Money?

Then fuck you in the ass

187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon' ball

Til we fall.

And this fuck all y’all

Ball til we fall.

And this fuck all y’all

We straight, sorry for the wait