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Robbery 6 (Explicit) - Tee Grizzley
Lyrics by：Jonathan Reuven Rotem/Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Produced by：JR Rotem
Oh yeah
**** she thought nigga
Damn ***** crazy
Ayy that ***** thought she had one what
I ain't goin' not me
Took the gun put it to her head
Started blowin' switch
This time the media gon' have more to speak about
Get all my **** pack it up before
I leave the house
Blower still in my hand
Walkin' out the front door I'm out this *****
I thought I had one but **** it
I got other h*es
I hit the porch runnin'
To the whip fast let's get it
12 ran down right before I hit the grass freeze
Damn I'm surrounded thinkin'
What the ****
Ain't no goin' back for me
I got a stick I'm 'bout to bust let's get it
It's helicopters comin'
So I know I'm on the news damn
I tried to blow my pole
But my arm couldn't move ****
They on me with them sticks and
They all yellin' freeze get down
Hit the back of my leg I fell to my knees baow
Neighbors comin' out feds tryna 'cause a scene
I wake up out of breath it was a ************* dream
What the ****
****
Wait what the **** goin' on man
Girlie next to me damn
My mind takin' flight the ****
She open up her eyes like
Baby you alright I'm good
I shook my head yeah
But I'm up for the night can't sleep
I'm lookin' at the dresser
And I see the same pipe
I was usin' in the dream
Then my phone ring
They say my lil' brother
Out here tryna 'cause a scene
I'm like **** that lil' nigga
He just tryna prove a point **** him
That boy left me for dead
When they had me in the joint
I hung up but I was woke
'Til the next day damn
I gotta get my mind right
I'm catchin' me a play I need it
I hit my DM see a nigga
From grand river who is this
I play it real cool
I been workin' on my temper what up
He like welcome home
I hope to see you soon okay
I'm lookin' at his pictures
He don't strike me as no goon
Last time I hit his hood
I put niggas on the moon
But that message was a threat
That's how real killers move
Let's get it
I gotta give it to 'em
These niggas ain't givin' up
They on it
Another nigga on me now but I don't give a ****
Let's do it
I'm through the city strapped
Don't nobody know my truck
I'm a ******* big dog
All these lil' niggas mutts
Oh yeah
One of my homies
He be trappin' out his mama house
He trappin'
And everybody call bro
When they be coppin' now
That's the plug
I ain't heard from him
Since before the bid
I'm really kinda broke
So I pulled up to his crib yeah
A lil' nigga on the porch
He know me from the way
What up though
He gotta be security
He clutchin' on the k I see you
Niggas from the hood probably think
I'm still gone nah
I walk up shake his hand he like
Brodie welcome home welcome home
I'm like where juan at
He pointed at the house
I'm strapped up but he don't
Know 'cause I ain't got it out
I walk in and smell good food
Good loud oh yeah
Juan mama see me
Put her hand over her mouth oh my god
I got my baby back when you get home
I'm like hey ma
I ain't been out for that long
I just got out
Music real loud she playin'
Her favorite song I hear you
She walked me in the kitchen like
You want some neck bones hell yeah
Now we in the kitchen her every
Move I'm watchin' I'm on 'em
She turned around
I put the kitchen knife in my pocket
Let me get that
She look at me like I know you
Lookin' for my son uh-huh
He in the back tell him get up here
The food done bet
I head to the back
Clutchin' on the strap
And the knife
Let me tell you where my head at
This nigga was my dog
He was broke I put him on no cap
When I was locked
This nigga wasn't pickin' up that phone
Fake as hell
I walk in his room he breakin' down baggin' up
What up bro
He see my face and jump
Out the chair he backin' up chill out
I'm like damn chill my nigga
It's all love
Why you tell me you was broke though
And really you the plug why you lie
He jittery but still
Started pullin' money out okay
Pockets buldgin' but he only pulled
A couple twenties out that's all
He like welcome home
That should put you on your feet yeah
That's all I can give my baby
I gotta eat yeah
I'm in his face and he still
Can't keep it a hundred bet
I upped the knife and hit him
Twelve times in his stomach come here
I found eight bricks and ninety K
Nigga run it I need that
I'm fillin' up the bag
Then I hear his mama comin' ****
I turn the light off room dark
She can't see nothin' okay
I pull her in and hit
I can feel her bones crushin'
I left that nigga and his
Mama in that ***** gushin' leakin'
It's blood on my money
I ain't trippin' nigga **** it **** it
That lil' nigga on the porch
You know I gotta get him he next
Head tap a switchy
He ain't even know what hit him brr
The neighbors ain't trippin'
They hearin' shots every day
I ran through his pockets
Then I took off with the K
Let me get that
I shoot back to the
Crib and put everything up
She still don't know nothin'
We good she still in love
I got they blood on me
So I jump right in the shower yeah
Washed up with the bleach in
That ***** for 'bout a hour DNA
My plug hit me say he got
A package he gon' mail me oh yeah
I get the gun that don't shoot
It'll never fail me never
Give it to my ***** like
No more takin' ls tuck this
She look in my eyes
Is there somethin'
You wanna tell me huh
I'm like hell nah
What the **** you mean huh
My mind racin' so I started
Thinkin' 'bout the dream
She say I'm strung out
You got me feelin' like I fiend
What you mean
Went in her pocket and pulled out
The weddin' ring oh
Damn so that's what you talkin'
'Bout though I got somethin' I wanna tell you
Nah that's crazy I thought you
Was talkin' 'bout some other ****
Yeah I bought that the other day
I wanted to surprise you man
Knock at the door
I'm so relieved at my *****
I'm walkin' up like alright
I hear you who is this who this
I'm thinkin' like what the ****
I ain't got my pole damn
I turn around niggas started blowin'
Through the door boom boom boom boom
Two shots hit me in the stomach
And I curled up boom
It was food and blood when
I urled up boom boom
Third shot hit me in my neck
I couldn't breathe ****
I'm drownin' in my blood but
I'm hearin' niggas leave ****
God tellin' me it ain't my time
I can't believe it
Niggas caught me slippin' like
How I can't believe it how
I'm worried 'bout my *****
I'm hearin' her lash out
I heard her on the phone
Right before I passed out
Yeah y'all hit him
Y'all hit him 'bout three four times
I'm 'bout to come outside come get me
Meet me around the corner
I think y'all got his a*s though
I think he dead
