Yea, yea, yea Weezy baby y'all, (yeah) Don't get shot 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 Rob 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 (check) Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, Winky tell her I'm gon' shooter, shooter, shooter My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it 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'm a 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 offa 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 bitches But ain't no looters around They thinkin' about shooters that shooters that Guns Girls Ladies that Gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter Put my hands up They want me with my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter But I'm not I just cry mama, I think they, hey Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter) And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters Spectators, dictators, behind door 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 (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 (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I try tell you what I am baby My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Sorry but me no surrender) Oh, shooter Oh, shooter Me won't surrender, me no pretender 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 Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, 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 tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) No, me won't surrenda, no, no I promise no surrenda' I got my burner And I'm your shooter
Written by: ROBERT LOUIS DANIELS
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