Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part 4 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part 4 (en) 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"
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