Hands Up (My Last)

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 light up

The kush, knock 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 in some fine dime, then she give me Einstein

Young Money motherfucker, 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 muthafuckin' deathwish

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 Nina bust in your face like a porn star nigga

Yeah I keep a 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 the 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

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 gonna ball

Til we fall and this fuck all y'all

Gonna ball til we fall and this fuck all y'all

We straight, sorry for the wait