Yeah, yeah, yeah, Weezy, baby, y'all don't get shot   Rapid fire, what you know about it?   I brought my homie along for the ride   He strapped, he can't wait to come out the barrel      I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"   Then even louder, "We got shooters, shooter"   I turnin' around, I was starin' at chrome   Shotgun watches door, got security good      Jumped right over counter   Pointed gun at winkin' teller   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'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 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 spittin', pow      With all these riches and all these riches   But ain't no loaners around   They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that   Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that   Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter      Yeah, hands up   They want me with my hands up   Oh, shooter      No, no but I'm not   I just cry, mama, I think they, hey   I think they want me to surrender, shooter      And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' 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 wanna 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      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 Tylenols, raw way past par      For I'm some shit you never saw   I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose or draw   Yeah and then they ask who, when, where, how   And my reply was simply pow      They want me to surrender   Oh, shooter   My hands up, my hands up   They want me to surrender   Oh, shooter      No, no   I promise no surrender   I got my burner   And I'm your shooter