Robbery 10 Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
Walking out the club, nigga looking at me funny (Fuck you lookin’ at nigga?)
I’m already pissed ’cause I threw too much money
Bro pop out the bushes and let shots fly (Boom, boom, boom)
I see doggy with my chain and let the chop’ rock (Baow)
Butcher niggas, do ’em dirty, whoever in cell thirty gettin’ carved up
I’m feelin’ like I went dead, let me charge up
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
Before I got on one knee and said, “Marry me”
She pulled out a gun like, “Nigga, I remember everything”
Third shot hit me in my neck, I couldn’t breathe (Shit)
I’m drowning in my blood, but I’m hearing niggas leave
You came close, but you ain’t die
It’s not your time
I’m like, “I’m happy you spoke up, everybody pay attention
Let this be a lesson, Johnny, take him in the back and kill him”
Wrote this fictional story just so niggas could see (You hear me?)
I gave you nine chapters, but it still ain’t complete
Dark-ass alley in the middle of the trenches (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
D looking satisfied, Bri looking timid
Two guns pointed and they fingers on the trigger
This shit real wicked, them ain’t even opps, them my niggas (Them my—)
Johnny hand shaking, he ain’t tryna be no snake
Staring at the ground, can’t even look me in my face
He know if he don’t do it and I catch him, then he baked
For way less, he done watched me seal niggas fate
Will gripping tight, but I can see his soul fightin’ (Soul fightin’)
‘Cause we done ate together, really slept on floors, grinding
D screamin’, “Kill him,” but them bullets still ain’t flying
That hesitation saved my life, they fake divided
Johnny look at Will, like ‘We really ’bout to smoke bro?”
D scream, “What the fuck y’all waitin’ on? Nigga, blow
Matter of fact, make him watch y’all kill his bitch first
I think she was fuckin’ on that nigga, put that bitch on her”
Magic hop out and he laughing, I’m heated and sick
‘Cause they been plotting on me, how he get with doggy so quick?
He like, “All that little money had you thinking you the shit”
You got hit and I got hit, but you gon’ die with this bitch
Bri grab D, “Like we wasn’t fuckin’, that ain’t true”
He slapped her so hard, she damn near came out her shoe
He like, “Pass me the guns if y’all ain’t gon’ shoot”
When they aimed at Bri, I knew exactly what to do
Bitch, I jump in driver’s seat, I hit the gas with my head ducked
Niggas had me, let they emotions fuck the plan up
Tryna run ’em over, I ain’t hit ’em, so I sped up
Steady shootin’, they ain’t hittin’ shit, nigga, it’s up
