Yea, yea, yeaWeezy baby y'all, (yeah) Don't get shotRapid fire, what you know about it?I brought my homie along for the rideHe strapped, he came here to come out the barrelRobI heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" Then even louder we got shooters, shooter I turn around, I was starin' at chromeShotgun watches door, got security good (check)Jumped right over counterPointed gun at, Winky tell herI'm gon' shooter, shooter, shooterMy hands up (yeah)My hands up (yeah)They want me with my hands upOh, shooterOh, shooterI think they want me to surrenderBut no, I can't do itBut no, I can't do itMy hands up (yeah)My hands up (yeah)They want me with my hands upOh, shooterI think they want me to surrenderBut no, I can't do itBut no, I can't do itSo 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 lakeI'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fakeI'm 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 don't listenCall me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', powWith all these riches and, all these bitchesBut ain't no looters aroundThey thinkin' about shooters that shooters thatGuns Girls Ladies that Gunners thatShoot shoot shoot shoot shooterPut my hands upThey want me with my hands upThey want me with my hands upOh, shooterBut I'm notI just cry mama, I think they, heyMe think they want me to surrender (Shooter)And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patientStop bein' rapper racists, region hatersSpectators, dictators, behind door dick takersIt's outrageousYou don't know how sick you make usI want to throw up like chips in VegasBut this is Southern face itIf we too simple then y'all don't get the basicsLady walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah)Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyesHe said "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody gon' regret itI'm your, shooter!My hands up, my hands up (yeah)They want me with my hands up (yeah)Oh, shooterOh, shooterI try tell you what I am babyMy hands up, my hands up (yeah)They want me with my hands up (yeah)(Sorry but me no surrender)Oh, shooterOh, shooterMe won't surrender, me no pretenderSock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'allI reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forwardBetter know me, Lil Wayne just call me lordHard, take pain like Tylenols, rawWay past par, far, I'm some shit you never sawI take you to the shootout baby win lose or drawAnd then they ask who when where howAnd, my reply was simply pow!Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda'(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)No, me won't surrenda, no, noI promise no surrenda'I got my burnerAnd I'm your shooter