Robin Thicke - Shooter lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne)

Yea, yea, yea

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 turn around, I was starin' at chrome

Shotgun watches door, got security good

Jumped right over counter

Pointed gun at winking 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

I think they want me to surrender

But no, I can't do it

I think they want me to surrender

But no, I can't do it

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

Put my hands up

They want me with my hands up