shooter

Lyrics

, yea, yea, yea, weezy baby y'all, don't get shot, rappin' 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 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, 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 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 riches, but ain't no loaners 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, 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, 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, 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, no, me won't surrender, no, no, i promise no surrender, i got my burner, and i'm your shooter