Chords for Tee Grizzley - Robbery Part 4 [Official Video]
Tempo:
89.45 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Bb
Db
C
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Damn, Ben Marks shot this too?
I'm gonna have to do it twice.
[C]
[Db]
[Db] [N]
[Bb] Hey, if she [Dm] told once, she'll do it twice.
Can't make no mistakes.
But she got me out, killing her made me look like a snake.
Well if I'm a snake and you a rat, bitch you gon' get ate.
Rules to this shit that you can't break, but that's the price you pay.
Toss the body, clean out the truck, 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 [Dm] 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 loves street niggas, she know she out here fucking.
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, nigga.
Let's get it, now I'm focused, I just got off Detroit.
A body ain't shit, they raised savages on toy.
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 having straps.
He walk up, he like, damn nigga, when you get back?
I heard they gave you life, [Bb] and girl he turned to a rat.
I'm [Dm] like, yeah bro, but you know it can't shit, stop God's plan.
But look, do you still got them blicks?
He like, shit, there's two on my hip, another four in the whip.
I got pistols and sticks, bullets and extra clips.
Just say what you need, [Bb] I'ma go get that shit out the crib.
[Dm] I'm like, something small, so you [Bb] can't see it when you wear the pistol.
[Dm] And something that can't shoot.
He like, bro, you hear this nigga?
Why you want a gun that can't shoot?
You trying to scare a nigga?
No, you for a minute, bro.
You ain't the type to spare a nigga.
I'm like, bro, you want the bread or not?
And he nodded, he tossed two guns.
He said, that run right there a problem.
And it's compact, it's gonna go right in your pocket.
Or put it on your hip and niggas ain't gonna know you got it.
But the other one, a fire and pen ain't even in it.
If niggas get up on you and you up that, you finished.
It ain't gonna shoot, [Bb] even if you got bullets in it.
That shit on the house, walk them home, handle your business.
Why give a gun that don't shoot?
I know y'all wanna know.
[Dm] Learned a lot in prison, main thing, watch who you call your bro.
You dealing this crap, count the checks, see if he up to pause.
I got it as a trust test, but nigga 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 niggas don't know where I live.
Gotta get some rest, freshen up, it's time to take it in.
Next day, I'm watching the news, channel 7.
Ain't no action, I'm trying to see who went to heaven.
They talking about old girl who got hit in her head.
But what the fuck they mean wounded?
Niggas, she dead.
The next part they said, I got sicker as I listen.
This shit wicked, they just said this bitch in critical condition.
She still got her life, my nigga I gotta end it.
I'm rushing to the hospital, man, this bitch a known witness.
Replaying the event in my head, how she alive?
For real shit, if it ain't your time, it ain't your time.
I know niggas that got shot like 20 times and survived.
Then niggas that caught one leg shot and end up dying.
I get to the hospital, fake tears like I'm hurting.
I hit the front desk, like where's Sheila?
I'm her brother.
The nurse like, she up the hall, you just missed our mother.
And since you her brother, you don't have to wait with the others.
I go up the hall, she talking to a detective.
My whole heart drop, I get the clutching on my ratchet.
The cop turn around like, sir, give us a second.
It's weird though, [Bb] cause she looking at me and they panic.
[Dm] I walk in, trigger finger start itching instantly.
Hope this cop ready for the shootout of the century.
The doctor walk in, I ain't tripping, I guess I'm killing three.
Told her she got brain damage, she lost [Eb] all her memory.
I'm gonna have to do it twice.
[C]
[Db]
[Db] [N]
[Bb] Hey, if she [Dm] told once, she'll do it twice.
Can't make no mistakes.
But she got me out, killing her made me look like a snake.
Well if I'm a snake and you a rat, bitch you gon' get ate.
Rules to this shit that you can't break, but that's the price you pay.
Toss the body, clean out the truck, 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 [Dm] 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 loves street niggas, she know she out here fucking.
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, nigga.
Let's get it, now I'm focused, I just got off Detroit.
A body ain't shit, they raised savages on toy.
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 having straps.
He walk up, he like, damn nigga, when you get back?
I heard they gave you life, [Bb] and girl he turned to a rat.
I'm [Dm] like, yeah bro, but you know it can't shit, stop God's plan.
But look, do you still got them blicks?
He like, shit, there's two on my hip, another four in the whip.
I got pistols and sticks, bullets and extra clips.
Just say what you need, [Bb] I'ma go get that shit out the crib.
[Dm] I'm like, something small, so you [Bb] can't see it when you wear the pistol.
[Dm] And something that can't shoot.
He like, bro, you hear this nigga?
Why you want a gun that can't shoot?
You trying to scare a nigga?
No, you for a minute, bro.
You ain't the type to spare a nigga.
I'm like, bro, you want the bread or not?
And he nodded, he tossed two guns.
He said, that run right there a problem.
And it's compact, it's gonna go right in your pocket.
Or put it on your hip and niggas ain't gonna know you got it.
But the other one, a fire and pen ain't even in it.
If niggas get up on you and you up that, you finished.
It ain't gonna shoot, [Bb] even if you got bullets in it.
That shit on the house, walk them home, handle your business.
Why give a gun that don't shoot?
I know y'all wanna know.
[Dm] Learned a lot in prison, main thing, watch who you call your bro.
You dealing this crap, count the checks, see if he up to pause.
I got it as a trust test, but nigga 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 niggas don't know where I live.
Gotta get some rest, freshen up, it's time to take it in.
Next day, I'm watching the news, channel 7.
Ain't no action, I'm trying to see who went to heaven.
They talking about old girl who got hit in her head.
But what the fuck they mean wounded?
Niggas, she dead.
The next part they said, I got sicker as I listen.
This shit wicked, they just said this bitch in critical condition.
She still got her life, my nigga I gotta end it.
I'm rushing to the hospital, man, this bitch a known witness.
Replaying the event in my head, how she alive?
For real shit, if it ain't your time, it ain't your time.
I know niggas that got shot like 20 times and survived.
Then niggas that caught one leg shot and end up dying.
I get to the hospital, fake tears like I'm hurting.
I hit the front desk, like where's Sheila?
I'm her brother.
The nurse like, she up the hall, you just missed our mother.
And since you her brother, you don't have to wait with the others.
I go up the hall, she talking to a detective.
My whole heart drop, I get the clutching on my ratchet.
The cop turn around like, sir, give us a second.
It's weird though, [Bb] cause she looking at me and they panic.
[Dm] I walk in, trigger finger start itching instantly.
Hope this cop ready for the shootout of the century.
The doctor walk in, I ain't tripping, I guess I'm killing three.
Told her she got brain damage, she lost [Eb] all her memory.
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Damn, Ben Marks shot this too?
_ _ I'm gonna have to do it twice.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Hey, if she [Dm] told once, she'll do it twice.
Can't make no mistakes.
But she got me out, killing her made me look like a snake.
Well if I'm a snake and you a rat, bitch you gon' get ate.
Rules to this shit that you can't break, but that's the price you pay.
Toss the body, clean out the truck, 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 [Dm] 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 loves street niggas, she know she out here fucking.
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, nigga.
Let's get it, now I'm focused, I just got off Detroit.
A body ain't shit, they raised savages on toy.
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 having straps.
He walk up, he like, damn nigga, when you get back?
I heard they gave you life, [Bb] and girl he turned to a rat.
I'm [Dm] like, yeah bro, but you know it can't shit, stop God's plan.
But look, do you still got them blicks?
He like, shit, there's two on my hip, another four in the whip.
I got pistols and sticks, bullets and extra clips.
Just say what you need, [Bb] I'ma go get that shit out the crib.
[Dm] I'm like, something small, so you [Bb] can't see it when you wear the pistol.
[Dm] And something that can't shoot.
He like, bro, you hear this nigga?
Why you want a gun that can't shoot?
You trying to scare a nigga?
No, you for a minute, bro.
You ain't the type to spare a nigga.
I'm like, bro, you want the bread or not?
And he nodded, he tossed two guns.
He said, that run right there a problem.
And it's compact, it's gonna go right in your pocket.
Or put it on your hip and niggas ain't gonna know you got it.
But the other one, a fire and pen ain't even in it.
If niggas get up on you and you up that, you finished.
It ain't gonna shoot, [Bb] even if you got bullets in it.
That shit on the house, walk them home, handle your business.
Why give a gun that don't shoot?
I know y'all wanna know.
[Dm] Learned a lot in prison, main thing, watch who you call your bro.
You dealing this crap, count the checks, see if he up to pause.
I got it as a trust test, but nigga 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 niggas don't know where I live.
Gotta get some rest, freshen up, it's time to take it in.
Next day, I'm watching the news, channel 7.
Ain't no action, I'm trying to see who went to heaven.
They talking about old girl who got hit in her head.
But what the fuck they mean wounded?
Niggas, she dead.
The next part they said, I got sicker as I listen.
This shit wicked, they just said this bitch in critical condition.
She still got her life, my nigga I gotta end it.
I'm rushing to the hospital, man, this bitch a known witness.
Replaying the event in my head, how she alive?
For real shit, if it ain't your time, it ain't your time.
I know niggas that got shot like 20 times and survived.
Then niggas that caught one leg shot and end up dying.
I get to the hospital, fake tears like I'm hurting.
I hit the front desk, like where's Sheila?
I'm her brother.
The nurse like, she up the hall, you just missed our mother.
And since you her brother, you don't have to wait with the others.
I go up the hall, she talking to a detective.
My whole heart drop, I get the clutching on my ratchet.
The cop turn around like, sir, give us a second.
It's weird though, [Bb] cause she looking at me and they panic.
[Dm] I walk in, trigger finger start itching instantly.
Hope this cop ready for the shootout of the century.
The doctor walk in, I ain't tripping, I guess I'm killing three.
Told her she got brain damage, she lost [Eb] all her memory. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Damn, Ben Marks shot this too?
_ _ I'm gonna have to do it twice.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Hey, if she [Dm] told once, she'll do it twice.
Can't make no mistakes.
But she got me out, killing her made me look like a snake.
Well if I'm a snake and you a rat, bitch you gon' get ate.
Rules to this shit that you can't break, but that's the price you pay.
Toss the body, clean out the truck, 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 [Dm] 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 loves street niggas, she know she out here fucking.
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, nigga.
Let's get it, now I'm focused, I just got off Detroit.
A body ain't shit, they raised savages on toy.
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 having straps.
He walk up, he like, damn nigga, when you get back?
I heard they gave you life, [Bb] and girl he turned to a rat.
I'm [Dm] like, yeah bro, but you know it can't shit, stop God's plan.
But look, do you still got them blicks?
He like, shit, there's two on my hip, another four in the whip.
I got pistols and sticks, bullets and extra clips.
Just say what you need, [Bb] I'ma go get that shit out the crib.
[Dm] I'm like, something small, so you [Bb] can't see it when you wear the pistol.
[Dm] And something that can't shoot.
He like, bro, you hear this nigga?
Why you want a gun that can't shoot?
You trying to scare a nigga?
No, you for a minute, bro.
You ain't the type to spare a nigga.
I'm like, bro, you want the bread or not?
And he nodded, he tossed two guns.
He said, that run right there a problem.
And it's compact, it's gonna go right in your pocket.
Or put it on your hip and niggas ain't gonna know you got it.
But the other one, a fire and pen ain't even in it.
If niggas get up on you and you up that, you finished.
It ain't gonna shoot, [Bb] even if you got bullets in it.
That shit on the house, walk them home, handle your business.
Why give a gun that don't shoot?
I know y'all wanna know.
[Dm] Learned a lot in prison, main thing, watch who you call your bro.
You dealing this crap, count the checks, see if he up to pause.
I got it as a trust test, but nigga 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 niggas don't know where I live.
Gotta get some rest, freshen up, it's time to take it in.
Next day, I'm watching the news, channel 7.
Ain't no action, I'm trying to see who went to heaven.
They talking about old girl who got hit in her head.
But what the fuck they mean wounded?
Niggas, she dead.
The next part they said, I got sicker as I listen.
This shit wicked, they just said this bitch in critical condition.
She still got her life, my nigga I gotta end it.
I'm rushing to the hospital, man, this bitch a known witness.
Replaying the event in my head, how she alive?
For real shit, if it ain't your time, it ain't your time.
I know niggas that got shot like 20 times and survived.
Then niggas that caught one leg shot and end up dying.
I get to the hospital, fake tears like I'm hurting.
I hit the front desk, like where's Sheila?
I'm her brother.
The nurse like, she up the hall, you just missed our mother.
And since you her brother, you don't have to wait with the others.
I go up the hall, she talking to a detective.
My whole heart drop, I get the clutching on my ratchet.
The cop turn around like, sir, give us a second.
It's weird though, [Bb] cause she looking at me and they panic.
[Dm] I walk in, trigger finger start itching instantly.
Hope this cop ready for the shootout of the century.
The doctor walk in, I ain't tripping, I guess I'm killing three.
Told her she got brain damage, she lost [Eb] all her memory. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _