Robbery Part 4 – Tee Grizzley Lyrics

“Robbery Part 4”

[Intro]

Ayy

[Verse]

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”

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