Hands Up lyrics

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 Weezy 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, mike tyson fight I'm talking about ass and titties Sex and the city Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it" You loving my shine, sipping on fine wine Up and some fine dime, she give me einstein Young money motherfucker, yeah we Picked a fine time I was 17, nigga. bitch, i don't mind a dime 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 nino 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 the largest clip in the world Right here in my gat And i wish a nigga play I'mma bust a nigga's 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