Shooter

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Weezy baby y'all, don't get shy
 Rapid fire, what you know about it
 I brought my homie along for the ride
 He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel, ride
 I heard some shouts like, "Down on the floor"
 Then even louder, we got shooters, shooter
 I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
 Shotgun watches door, got security good
 Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
 I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
 My hands up, my hands up
 They want me with my hands up
 Oh, shooter (I think they want me to surrender)
 (But no, no-no, I can't do it)
 My hands up, my hands up
 They want me with my hands up (come on, they want me to surrender)
 Oh, shooter (but no, I can't do it)
 (Get 'em, yeah)
 So many doubt 'cause I come from the South, but when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out, bang!
 Die bitch nigga die, I hope you bleed a lake, I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
 I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to 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 bitches and, all these bitches
 But ain't no loaners around
 They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that
 Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that
 Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter
 My hands up, my hands up
 They want me with my hands up
 Oh, shooter (I think they want me to surrender)
 (But no, no-no, but I'm not)
 I just cry mama, I think they
 Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)
 Hey, and to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient
 Stop bein' rapper racists
 Region haters, spectators, dictators
 Behind door are dick takers, it's outrageous
 You don't know how sick you make us
 I want to 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 (oh-yeah)
 Dropped to her knees, saw her life before 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
 Oh, shooter
 My hands up, my hands up
 They want me with my hands up
 Oh, shooter
 Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
 I reload, every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward
 Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me Lord
 Hard, take pain like Tylenol's, raw
 Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
 I take you to the shootout baby, win, lose or draw
 And then they ask who, when, where, how and
 My reply was simply, pow!
 (Mama, I think they, hey)
 (Me think they want me to surrender) they want me to surrender
 Shooter
 (I'm singing mama, I think they, hey) my hands up, my hands up
 (Me think they want me to surrender) they want me with my hands up
 Oh, shooter
 No, me won't surrender, no, no
 I promise no surrender
 I got my burner
 And I'm your shooter