Shooter - Chopped & Screwed

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Weezy baby y'all, don't get shy

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, ride

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 (I think they want me to surrender)

(But no, no-no, I can't do it)

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up (come on, they want me to surrender)

Oh, shooter (but no, I can't do it)

(Get 'em, yeah)

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 off of 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 bitches and, all these bitches

But ain't no loaners around

They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that

Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter (I think they want me to surrender)

(But no, no-no, but I'm not)

I just cry mama, I think they

Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)

Hey, and to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient

Stop bein' rapper racists

Region haters, spectators, dictators

Behind door are 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 (oh-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

They want me with my hands up

Oh, 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 Tylenol's, 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) they want me to surrender

Shooter

(I'm singing mama, I think they, hey) my hands up, my hands up

(Me think they want me to surrender) they want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter

No, me won't surrender, no, no

I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I'm your shooter