My Last - 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 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-a** list full of bad-a** 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 a** 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 sh*t 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 a** 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 a**

Hate Young Money? Then f*ck you in the a**

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