Shooter

Yea yea yeaWeezy baby yall dont get shotRappin fire what you know about itI brought my homie along for the rideHe strapped he came here to come out the barrel[Robin Thicke]I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"Then even louder we got shooters shooterI turn around I was starin at chromeShotgun watches door got security goodJumped right over counterPointed gun at wink he tell herIm your shooter shooter shooterMy hands up my hands upThey want me with my hands upOh shooter [2x][Lil Wayne]I think they want me to surrenderBut no I cant do it [2x]So many doubt cause I come from the SouthBut when I open up my mouth all bullets come outBang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lakeIma play x-ray helpin yall see the fakeIm just tryin to be the great tryin to get a piece of cakeTake it offa your plate eat it right in your faceThey got a whole lot to say but I dont listenCall me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin pow[Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)]With all these riches and all these richesBut aint no loaners aroundThey thinkin about shooters that-shooters thatGuns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners thatShoot shoot shoot shoot shooter