作曲 : Gass Carter+Thicke+Daniels+Keyes
 作词 : Gass Carter+Thicke+Daniels+Keyes
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