Shooter (feat. Robin Thicke)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha

Weezy baby, y'all

Don't get shot

Rapid fire

What you know 'bout it?

I brought my homie along for the ride

He strapped

He came ready to come out the barrel

Rah!

I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor!"

Then even louder, "We got shooters, shooters!"

I turned around, I was starin' at chrome

Shotgun watches door, got security good

Jumped right over counter, pointed gun and wink

He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter!"

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up, no

Shooter

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up, no

Shooter

Get it! Yeah

So many doubt 'cause I come from the South

But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out

Bang

Die, bitch ****, die, I hope you bleed a lake

I'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake

I'm just tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake

Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face

They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen

Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin'

Pow

With all these riches and all these riches (Yeah)

But ain't no loaners around (What you say?)

They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they

Shooters (Okay)

Guns, girls (Okay)

Ladies (Okay)

Guns (Okay)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter, yeah (Okay, come on)

(Mama, I think they, hey) Hands up

They want me with my hands up, no (I think they want me to surrender)

Shooter (Clap, y'all)

No, no

But I'm not

I just cry, "Mama, I tink dey," hey

"Me tink dey want me to surrender"

Shooter

Hey, and to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient

Stop being rapper racists, region haters

Spectators, dictators, behind-door dick takers, it's outrageous

You don't know how sick you make us

I wanna throw up like chips in Vegas

But this is Southern, face it

If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics

Lady walks into a shotgun surprise

Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes

He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it

I'm your shooter"

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up, no

Shooter (I try tell you what I am, baby)

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up, no (Sorry, but mi can't surrender, mi won't surrender)

Shooter (Mi no pretender)

Socks soakin' wet, I been running, y'all, I reload

Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward

You better know me

Lil Wayne, just call me Lord

Hard

Take pain like Tylenols, raw

Way past par, far

I'm some shit you never saw

I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose or draw, yeah

And then they ask who, when, where, how, and

My reply was simply "Pow!"

Come on

Mama, I tink dey, hey

Me tink dey want me to surrender, no

No

I'm sayin'

Mama, I tink dey, hey

Me tink dey want me to surrender, no

No, no, me won't surrender

No

No

I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I'm your shooter