Lyrics Robbery Part 4 – Tee Grizzley
Ayy, if she told once, she’ll do it twice, can’t make no mistakes
But she got me out, killing her make me look like a snake
Well, if I’m a snake and you a rat, b**ch, you gon’ get ate
Rules to this s**t 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 when she don’t hear from her, she ain’t gon’ think nothing
Her daughter love street n**gas, she know she out here f**king
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, n**ga
Let’s get it
Now I’m focused, I just got off the joint
A body ain’t s**t, they raid savages on joy
I tossed my last strap, I gotta get another toy
Wipe the phone down, toss it, man, stop playing
I’m on point
I pull up on my people, who I know be havin’ straps
He walk up, he like, Damn, n**ga, 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 s**t stop God’s plan, but look
Do you still got them blicks, he like, s**t, 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 s**t 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 n**ga
Why you want a gun that can’t shoot, you tryna scare a n**ga
Known you for a minute, bro, you ain’t the type to spare a n**ga
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 n**gas ain’t gon’ know you got it
But the other one a fire, MPN ain’t even in it
If n**gas get up on you and you up that, you finished
It ain’t gon’ shoot, even if you got bullets in it
That s**t 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 n**ga, moving 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 n**gas don’t know where I live
Gotta get some rest, freshin’ up, it’s time to take it in
Next day, I’m watching 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 f**k they mean, wounded, n**ga, she dead
The next part they said, I got sicker as I listened
This s**t wicked, they just said this b**ch in critical condition
She still got her life, my n**ga, I gotta end it
I’m racin’ to the ‘spital, man, this b**ch a known witness
Replayin’ the event in my head, how she alive
But real s**t, if it ain’t your time, it ain’t your time
I know n**gas that got shot like twenty times and survived
And n**gas that caught one leg shot and end up dying
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…
➤ Written by Tee Grizzley & Helluva Beats
Album: Chapters Of The Trenches
Produced by Helluva Beats
Tee Grizzley | 2022
