Lil Wayne Hands Up (My Last)(Freestyle) lyrics

Let's get f*cked up
On the road to riches you're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a n*gga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump
That Eastside n*gga, bang on you b*tches
I'm going at your neck strangle you b*tches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass b*tches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I lights up
The kush, knocked out, 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 motherf*cker, yeah we picked the fine time
I was 17, n*gga. B*tch, I don't mind a dime
And I just ended up on every b*tch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthaf*ckin death wish
Thugga in this b*tch, he say f*ck y'all n*ggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football n*gga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul n*gga

Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star n*gga
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 up in the world
Right here in my Gat
And I wish a n*gga play
I'ma bust a n*gga ass
Hate Young Money? Then f*ck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon' ball
Til we fall. And this f*ck all y'all
Ball til we fall. And this f*ck all y'all
We straight, sorry for the wait