Hands Up Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Let's get f-cked 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 motherf-cker, 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 muthaf-ckin dead wish 

Thugga in this bitch, he say f-ck 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 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 

Related 

The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Photos