Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part 4 lyrics

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If she told once, she'll do it twice
Can't make no mistakes but she got me out
Killin' her make me look like a snake
Well, if I'm a snake and you a rat, bitch
You gon' get ate rules to this shit that
You can't break, girl
That's the price you pay
Tossed the body clean out the trunk
Gun go in the lake
Drive to the woods, burn the clothes
Ain't no DNA
Still got her phone, text her mama like
"I know it's late
But I'm gon' be gone for a week
I'm headed to the A"
Now whеn she don't hear from her
Shе ain't gon' think nothin'
Her daughter love street niggas
She know she out here fuckin'
And we don't speak on the dead
So we gon' switch the subject
It's time to run a hundred miles
Per hour, to this money, nigga
(Let's get it)
Now I'm focused, I just got off the joint
A body ain't shit, they raise savages on Joy
I tossed my last strap
I gotta get another toy
Wipe the phone down, toss
It, man, stop playin', i'm on point
I pull up on my people
Who I know be havin' straps
He walk up, he like, "Damn, nigga
When you get back?"
I heard they gave you life and
Girlie turned to a rat
I'm like, "yeah, bro, but you know
Can't shit stop God's plan, but look
Do you still got them
Blicks?" He like, "Shit, it is
Two on my hip, another four in the whip
I got pistols and sticks
Bullets and extra clips
Just say what you need
I'ma go get that shit off the crib"
I'm like, "Somethin' small
So you can't see it when you wear the pistol
And somethin' that can't shoot"
He like, "Bro, you hear this nigga?
Why you want a gun that can't shoot
You tryna scare a nigga?
Known you for a minute, bro
You ain't the type to spare a nigga"
I'm like, "Bro, you want the bread or not?"
And he nodded he tossed two guns, he said
"That one right there a problem
And it's compact
It's gon' go right in your pocket
Or put it on your hip and niggas
Ain't gon' know you got it
But the other one the firing
Pin ain't even in it
If niggas get up on you and you up that
You finished it ain't gon' shoot
Even if you got bullets in it
That shit on the house, walk 'em home
Handle your business"
Why get a gun that don't shoot?
I know y'all wanna know
Learned a lot in prison, main thing
Watch who you call your bro
Give him the strap, count the check
See if he up the pole
I got it as a trust test, but nigga
Movin' on
Before I got locked up, I had a crib
My mama came through for me
She kept up on the bills
I'm comfortable there
These niggas don't know where I live
Gotta get some rest, freshen up
It's time to take it in
Next day, I'm watchin' the news, Channel 7
Waitin' on action
I'm tryna see who went to heaven
They talkin' 'bout old girl who
Got hit in her head
But what the fuck they mean "Wounded"? Nigga
She dead the next part they said
I got sicker as I listened this shit wicked
They just said this bitch
In critical condition
She still got her life, my nigga
I gotta end it
I'm racin' to the 'spital, man
This bitch a known witness
Replayin' the event in my head
How she alive?
But real shit, if it ain't your time
It ain't your time
I know niggas that got shot
Like twenty times and survived
And niggas that caught one leg
Shot and end up dyin'
I get to the 'spital, fake tears
Like I'm hurtin' i hit the front desk like
"Where is Shila? I'm her brother"
The nurse like, "She up the hall
You just missed y'all mother
And since you her brother
You don't have to wait with the others"
I go up the hall, she talkin' to a detective
My whole heart drop
I get to clutchin' on my ratchet
The cop turned around like, "Sir
Give us a second" it's weird though
'cause she lookin' at me and ain't panic
I walk in
Trigger finger start itchin' instantly
Hope this cop ready for the
Shootout of the century
The doctor walk in, I ain't trippin'
I guess I'm killin' three
Told her "She got brain damage
She lost all memory"