Shooter

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke] I heard some shouts, like: "down on the floor!" Then - even louder: "we got shooters, shooters!" 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" [Hook: Robin Thicke] My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, "shooter!" [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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'mma 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 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! [Break: Robin Thicke] All these bitches and, all these bitches! But ain't no lovers around They thinking about shooting! Them shooters Got the guns, girls. Ladies, them gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot! Shooters! [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop being 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 it up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics [Break: Robin Thicke] 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!" [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Socks soaking wet, I been running y'all I reload every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward, you better know me Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard Take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, 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!"