[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 b**h-n***a 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, b**h, I keep spittin', pow!
[Break: Robin Thicke]
All these b**hes and, all these b**hes!
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: "b**h 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 sh** 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!"