Shooter

Yea yea yea

Weezy baby y'all don't get shot

Rapping fire what you know about it

I brought my homie along for the ride

He strapped

He came here to come out the barrel

I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"

Then even louder we got shooters shooter

I turn around I was staring 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

My hands up my hands up

They want me with my hands up

Oh shooter

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

Helping y'all see the fake

I'm just trying to be the great

Trying 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 spitting pow

With all these riches and all these riches

But ain't no loaners around

They thinking 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

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

Me won't surrender me no pretender

Sock soaking wet I been running y'all

I reload every hundred yards

I'm coming forward

Better know me

Lil Wayne just call me lord

Hard take pain like Tylenols 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

Shooter my hands up my hands up

They want me to surrender

Shooter no no

Me won't surrender no no

I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I'm your shooter