Urban Eyes Score: 9.5 out of 10 Robbery Part Two by Tee Grizzley Writer(s): Terry Wallace !!! Warning, the lyrics below may contain explicit words, phrases, references, etc. Please proceed with caution !!! [Intro] DJ on the beat, so it's a banger [Verse] Bitch, get the fuck up and stop screaming Shut the fuck up, where that nigga that you posted? You lie to me, I'ma smoke you Matter fact, we 'bout to get the fuck 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 shit, she see the body, get to screaming (Ah) Smack her in her head with the gun, she get to bleeding (Fuck up) Tryna avoid the neighbors, they might be on some policе shit I tell her, "Drive," shе like, "Boy, I'm bleeding, I can't see shit" (Damn) She in the the passenger, I got that bitch on child lock (Can't get out) I'm racing out her complex 'cause now her spot too hot (Skrrt) Thinking 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 dawg picture (Look at this) I'm like, "Tell me everything you know about this nigga" (Right now) She seen his face and her eyes got bigger (Wassup?) She like, "He be shooting shit and all his people killers" (I don't give a fuck) "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 being around me, still a privilege (Bitch) She do something foul, she out the game, this ain't no scrimmage (Bow) I check the tank, damn, we need gas (Need gas) And a first aid kit 'cause this bitch bleeding 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 (Bow) I got her phone, dawg calling, 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 playing, 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 fuck dawg?) 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 fuckin' block again or we gon' beam him" I snatched the phone and I'm like, "Bitch I'm killing 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 (Grab 'em) Extra clips, couple vests (Let's go), niggas dying on the set They think they don't bleed Can't believe how he was was talking (You heard that nigga?) I don't even want the chain back, put it in his coffin nigga Ayy, kick the bitch up out the car I'll kill 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 fucking 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 (Fuck them niggas) They got hoes with 'em, niggas die for thinking with they cock (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 niggas droppin' (Niggas droppin') I run up on dude with my chain like, "Bitch, what's popping?" (Bitch 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 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 looking 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, like "Bitch, I should've laid you down" (Bow) [Outro] Bow, bow, bow, bow (Laid you down, laid you down, laid you down, laid Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted.

Urban Eyes Score: 8.3 out of 10 On Me by Lil Baby feat. Megan Thee Stallion Writer(s): Harry Edward Nilsson !!! Warning, the lyrics below may contain explicit words, phrases, references, etc. Please proceed with caution, viewer discretion is advised !!! (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) [Lil Baby:] Fill the bando up with bags, give the lil' bro them a job You can come get rich with us, you gon' eat or you gon' starve? Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm ridin' in the stars Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproofed the car All the members made three bands, our pack live like they crackin' cards Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part? I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boys I been savin' more than I been spendin', that's what I be on I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimes I be wrong I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me Put six figures in your business, I do real shit I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex [Megan Thee Stallion:] This ain't tag, why you runnin' from me? Suck it while he cummin' (Ah) When I do my little dance, get the Kelly and the Birkin (Mwah) If he act up I don't give a fuck, I'm a rich bitch (I'm a rich bitch) I'll be damned if a nigga have me cryin' in the whip (Yeah) Okay, he sensitive when it come to me (Hey) Talk shit like he runnin' me (What?) He'll leave out and come right back 'Cause he know them bitches can't fuck with me (Yeah) I don't understand how they go to sleep And then wake up in my bidness (Wake up in my bidness) I don't know what chain I'm puttin' on My Cuban link or my tennis (Ah) I know bitches gotta be losin' money How they keep watchin' me winnin' (Watchin' me winnin') Told him, "Boy, since you keep looking at it Might as well go ahead and spend it" (Yeah) Make-make-make a move (Make a move) Baby, you know what to do (You know what to do, ah) [Lil Baby:] I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me Put six figures in your business, I do real shit I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted.