[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yea! Yea! Yea!
Weezy Baby, y'all! Don't get shot.
Rapid fire. What you know about it?
I brought my homie along for the ride,
He strapped, he can't wait to come out the barrel.
[Verse 1: Robin Thicke]
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 winking teller,
“I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter!”
[Chorus]
[Robin Thicke:]
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!
[Lil Wayne:]
They want me to surrender,
No, I can't do it.
They want me to surrender,
No, I can't do it.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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,
Imma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake.
I'm just tryna be the great, tryna 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!
[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
All these bitches and, all these bitches,
But ain't no lovers around.
They thinkin' ‘bout shooters, them shooters.
Got the guns, girls, ladies, them gunners that,
Shoot shoot shoot, shoot shooters!
[Chorus]
[Robin Thicke:]
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!
[Lil Wayne:]
But I'm not,
I just cry, mama, I think they, hey,
Me think they want me to surrender.
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' 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 it up like chips in Vegas.
But this is Southern, face it,
If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics.
[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
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!”
[Chorus]
[Robin Thicke:]
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!
[Lil Wayne:]
Me won't surrender, me no pretender.
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Socks soakin' wet, I been runnin', 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!”
[Chorus]
[Robin Thicke:]
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!
[Lil Wayne:]
Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender,
No, me won't surrender, no, no!
I promise no surrender,
I got my burner,
And I'm your shooter.