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tee grizzley - robbery part two lyrics

[intro]
dj on the beat, so it’s a banger

[verse]
b+tch, get the f+ck up and stop screaming
shut the f+ck up, where that n+gga that you posted?
you lie to me, i’ma smoke you
matter fact, we ’bout to get the f+ck 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 sh+t, she see the body, get to screaming (ah)
smack her in the head with the gun, she get to bleeding (f+ck up)
tryna avoid the neighbors, they might be on some policе sh+t
i tell her, “drive,” shе like, “boy, i’m bleeding, i can’t see sh+t” (d+mn)
she in the the passenger, i got that b+tch on child lock (can’t get out)
i’m racing out her complex ’cause now her spot too hot (skrrt)
thinking to myself like “d+mn, 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 n+gga” (right now)
she seen his face and her eyes got bigger (wassup?)
she like, “he be shooting sh+t and all his people k!llers” (i don’t give a f+ck)
“he took me to his house, one time on grand river” (okay)
“i’ll give you the address, just don’t k!ll me, i got children” (what?)
this b+tch wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout them kids when she was strippin’ (at all)
i can’t k!ll this b+tch until she bring me to this n+gga (at all)
i’m kidnappin’ you but being around me, still a privilege (b+tch)
she do something foul, she out the game, this ain’t no scrimmage (bow)
i check the tank, d+mn, we need gas (need gas)
and a first aid kit ’cause this b+tch bleeding bad (put some pressure on that)
i pull up to the sh+ll, 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 b+tch, answer this”
“swear you better not panic, b+tch, pick up and talk that s+xy sh+t”
she like, “what’s the word?”
he like, “sh+t, 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” (sh+t, 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, b+tch)
we ride past, it’s twenty n+ggas, he got on my chain (what the f+ck dawg?)
he call her phone like, “it’s a n+gga in the car, b+tch, i just seen him” (i saw him)
“don’t ride up this f+ckin’ block again or we gon’ beam him”
i sn+tched the phone and i’m like, “b+tch i’m k!lling all you n+ggas” (smokin’ all you n+ggas)
he like, “you know where we at, p+ssy, fall through, n+gga” (aight, bet n+gga)
i’m like, “bet”, hit the hood, grab the bros, grab the teks (grab ’em)
extra clips, couple vests (let’s go), n+ggas dying on the set
they think they don’t bleed
can’t believe how he was was talking (you heard that n+gga?)
i don’t even want the chain back, put it in his coffin n+gga
ayy, kick the b+tch up out the car
i’ll k!ll 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 f+cking 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 (f+ck them n+ggas)
they got hoes with ’em, n+ggas die for thinking what they copped (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 n+ggas droppin’ (n+ggas droppin’)
i run up on dude with my chain like, “b+tch, what’s popping?” (b+tch 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 n+ggas ain’t say sh+t, them n+ggas solid (them n+ggas 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 b+tch)
we finally get in court, the prosecutor talkin’ foul (huh?)
she say the stripper b+tch had cameras on her house (what?)
i ain’t even see them b+tches, i’m like, “how?” (that’s crazy)
i stood up in court, like “b+tch, i should’ve laid you down” (bow)
[outro]
bow, bow, bow, bow
(laid you down, laid you down, laid you down, laid you down)

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