Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part Two Lyrics

(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)

Bitch, get the f*ck up and stop screamin'
Shut the f*ck, where that nigga 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 nothin' wrong"
I'm like, "Listen, I know, but it's somebody that you know that gotta go" (ayy)
Walkin' out her shit, she see the body, get to screamin' (ah)
Smack her in the head with the gun, she get to bleedin' (f*ck up)
Tryna avoid the neighbors, they might be on some police shit
I tell her, "Drive," she like, "Boy, I'm bleedin', I can't see shit" (damn)
She in the the passenger, I got that bitch on child lock (can't get out)
I'm racin' out her complex 'cause now her spot too hot (skrrt)
Thinkin' 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 dog picture (look at this)
I'm like, "Tell me everythin' you know about this nigga" (right now)
She seen his face and her eyes got bigger (wassup?)
She like, "He be shootin' shit and all his people killers" (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 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 bein' around me, still a privilege (bitch)
She do somethin' foul, she out the game, this ain't no scrimmage (baow)
I check the tank, damn, we need gas (need gas)
And a first aid kit 'cause this bitch bleedin' 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 (baow)
I got her phone, dog callin', 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 playin', 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 f*ck dog?)
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 f*ckin' block again or we gon' beam him" (grrah)
I snatched the phone and I'm like, "Bitch I'm killin' 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"
Extra clips, couple vests (let's go), niggas dyin' on the set
They think they don't bleed, can't believe how he is was talkin' (you heard that nigga?)
Ion't even want the chain back, put it in his coffin, ayy
Kick the bitch up out the car, I'll kill her tomorrow
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*ckin' block up (bow)
Park around the corner, hop out, jump and gave twin choppas (let's go)
They still out here like we weren't comin', I do not lie (f*ck them niggas)
They got hoes with 'em, niggas die for thinkin' what they copped (boom, boom)
Bro hop out the bushes and let shots fly (boom, boom, boom)
I see doggie with my chain and let the chop rock (baow, baow)
I see car alarms goin' off and niggas droppin' (niggas droppin')
I run up on dude with my chain like, "Bitch, what's poppin'?" (Bitch wassup?)
Yeah, stood over that boy, looked in his eyes, emptied the gun (baow, baow)
Sirens goin' off, we outta here, bro, ditch the guns (we gone)
Month later, police chargin' me with homies (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 lookin' 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, and I'm like, "Bitch, I should've laid you down" (baow)