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