Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part Two lyrics

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

Bitch, get the fuck up and stop screaming
Shut the fuck up
Where that nigga that you posted?
You lie to me, I'ma smoke you
Matter fact, we 'bout to get the fuck on
I pulled up, thought it was him and hit
That boy in his dome
She like, "Listen Tee, I swear
I ain't do nothing wrong"
I'm like, "Listen, I know
But it's somebody that you
Know that gotta go" (Ayy)
Walking out her shit, she see the body
Get to screaming (Ah)
Smack her in her head with the gun
She get to bleeding (Fuck up)
Tryna avoid the neighbors
They might be on some policе shit
I tell her, "Drive, " shе
Like, "Boy, I'm bleeding, i can't see shit"
(Damn) she in the passenger
I got that bitch on child lock
(Can't get out)
I'm racing out her complex 'cause
Now her spot too hot (Skrrt)
Thinking to myself like "Damn
I'm movin' way too fast" (Slow down)
She like
"Please tell me what I did that made you mad"
(I'm 'bout to tell you right now)
I pulled up dawg picture (Look at this)
I'm like, "Tell me everything you know
About this nigga" (Right now)
She seen his face and her eyes got bigger
(Wassup?) she like
"He be shooting shit and
All his people killers"
(I don't give a fuck)
"He took me to his house
One time on Grand River" (Okay)
"I'll give you the address
Just don't kill me, i got children"
(What?)
This bitch wasn't thinkin' 'bout them
Kids when she was strippin' (At all)
I can't kill this bitch until she
Bring me to this nigga (At all)
I'm kidnappin' you but being around me
Still a privilege (Bitch)
She do something foul, she out the game
This ain't no scrimmage (Bow)
I check the tank, damn, we need gas
(Need gas) and a first aid kit 'cause
This bitch bleeding bad
(Put some pressure on that)
I pull up to the Shell, my heart beatin' fast
(Beatin' fast)
I told her if she make a move
That's gon' be her last (Bow)
I got her phone, dawg calling
I'm like, "Ayy bitch, answer this"
"Swear you better not panic, bitch
Pick up and talk that sexy shit"
She like, "What's the word?"
He like, "Shit, chillin', where you at?"
And her ass fat
I know he want to hit it from the back
(I know he do) she like, "You be playing
I've been tryna see you"
(Shit, pull up then)
He like, "Who you with?"
She respond, "I'm with my people"
(Just a couple of us)
He like, "Pull up on the block
I'm with the gang"
(I'm with the gang, bitch)
We ride past, it's twenty niggas
He got on my chain (What the fuck dawg?)
He call her phone like, "It's a
Nigga in the car, bitch, i just seen him"
(I saw him)
"Don't ride up this fuckin' block again
Or we gon' beam him"
I snatched the phone and I'm like
"Bitch I'm killing all you niggas"
(Smokin' all you niggas)
He like, "You know where we
At, pussy, fall through, nigga"
(Aight, bet nigga) i'm like, "Bet, " hit the
Hood, grab the bros, grab the Tecs
(Grab 'em) extra clips, couple vests
(Let's go) , niggas dying on the set
They think they don't bleed
Can't believe how he was was talking
(You heard that nigga?)
I don't even want the chain back
Put it in his coffin nigga
Ayy, kick the bitch up out the car
I'll kill her tomorrow (yeah)
But I play it like it's
Cool, gave her ten racks, said "I'm sorry"
(My bad) pull up in they hood
'bout to tear they fucking block up (Bow)
Park around the corner, hop out
Jump and gave twin choppers (Let's go)
They still out here like we wasn't comin'
I do not lie (Fuck them niggas)
They got hoes with 'em
Niggas die for thinking with they cock
(Boom, boom)
Bro pop out the bushes and let shots fly
(Boom, boom, boom) i see doggy with my chain
And let the chop' rock (Bow, bow)
I see car alarms going
Off and niggas droppin' (Niggas droppin')
I run up on dude with my chain like, "Bitch
What's popping?" (Bitch wassup?)
Yeah, stood over that boy
Looked in his eyes, emptied the gun
(Bow, bow)
Sirens goin' off, we outta here, bro
Ditch the guns (We gone)
Month later, police chargin' me with homis'
(What?) i know my niggas ain't say shit
Them niggas solid (Them niggas solid)
Ain't no witness or no guns
We goin' to trial (We goin' to trial)
The lawyer say it's looking good
I'm gettin' out (I'm out this bitch)
We finally get in court
The prosecutor talkin' foul (Huh?)
She say the stripper bitch had
Cameras on her house (What?)
I ain't even see them bitches, I'm like
"How?" (That's crazy)
I stood up in court, like "Bitch
I should've laid you down" (Bow)

Bow, bow, bow, bow
(Laid you down, laid you down, laid you down
Laid you down)