[Intro: Lil Wayne & Robin Thicke]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha

Weezy Baby, y'all (Yeah)

Don't get shot

Rapid fire, what you know 'bout it?

I brought my homie along for the ride

He strapped, he came ready to come out the barrel

Rob

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

I heard some shouts, like, "Down on the floor" (Baow)

Then even louder, "We got shooters" (Yeah), shooters (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (Hello)

Shotgun watches door, got security good (Check)

Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink

He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" (Let's go)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)

They want me with my hands up (I think they), no (Think they want me)

Shooter (Surrender to 'em, but no, no, no, I can't do it)

My hands up, my hands up (Yeah)

They want me with my hands up (Come on, they want me to), no (Surrender)

Shooter (But no, I can't do it, get 'em, yeah)

[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'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake

I'm just tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake

Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (Hah)

They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen

Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow

[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

With all these riches and all these riches (Yeah)

But ain't no loaners around (What you say?)

They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they, shooters, they (Okay)

Guns, girls (Okay), ladies, get the guns (Okay), get the

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooters (Okay, come on)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

My hands up

They want me with my hands up, no (I think they want me to surrender)

Shooter (Clap, y'all, no, no, but I'm not)

I just cry, "Mama, I tink dat," hey

"Me tink they want me to surrender"

Shooter (No, no, bang)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' 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 wanna 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

[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (Yeah)

Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes (Okay)

He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it" (Okay, why?)

"I'm your shooter" (Brrt)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]

My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)

They want me with my hands up, no (Yeah, hah)

Shooter (I tried tell you what I am, baby)

My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)

They want me with my hands up, no (Sorry, but me can't surrender, me won't surrender)

Shooter (Me no pretender, no)

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Socks soakin' 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, yeah

And then they ask who, when, where, how, and

My reply was simply, "Pow," c'mon

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Mama, I tink dat, hey

Me tink dey want me to surrender

No, no, I'm sayin'

Mama, I tink dat, hey

Me tink dey want me to surrender, no

No, no, me won't surrender, no

No, I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I'm the shooter