U Already Know - Jay Rock, Emjae, K. Dot

I’ll admit in the beginning I didn’t give a fuck about you

You came and you went, thought I could choose living without you

But now I’m feelin' sick cause your ass ain’t around

You cheatin' on me (bitch), with every motherfucker in town

I tried to play it like it’s cool, but I feel the repercussion

On top of that your ass is rollin' round with my cousin

I think I passed the breaking point cause I done copped a pound

I hear you streaking through nigga’s pockets, I’m layin' 'em down

(Gimme that) And I ain’t stoppin' 'till you trapped in the safe

Now my base ain’t safe so we could skip three states

Switch place after the break, more moves to make

Cause I’m in love with this trap ass bitch called Kate

This money gon keep me from looking funny

And bummy, let her run me cause she bout it

Monday through Sunday we don’t play no games here

You know how we get down, you know all the hoes love me

Money makes the world go round

So I’ma kick in the door

With the Mac 10, or the lone 44

Screaming give me the dough back nigga

Please, don’t ask no questions

This a robbery nigga

You already know

Yo pockets kinda thin, shawty wanna go out on a date

Shit I got no chips to spend, but I said it’s OK

Cause momma was drivin' the Benz

Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced

I said she was pretty, she love a nigga compliments

I had the thing with me, she didn’t know

By the end of the day, she be breakin' off them arguments

I said fuck the ass and titties

I want the jewels and Benjies

I swear a nigga pockets was empty, starving

I whispered to myself, a nigga bout to come up

She like «Oh I beg your pardon»

Oh nothing, I was thinking bout your valet parking

Excuse me, now give me the I know they

I don’t wife usually, but today I’ll be your man

So we went to the restaurant, I said OK

I think about the getaway shit, over lunch

Like what type of jewels I want, everything

I ain’t goin' back to the block 'till her body is clean

Snatch it off her cuticles, takin' off the pinky ring

I know this shit good but it bad as it seems

So hate conversation, little does she know

That nigga like you and me was patiently waiting, give it up

I wanted heartbeat, now thanks for the business

Go home, oh yeah please call me

Yeah, a nigga starving out front of your place

Put the beam to your face, I don’t really want the safe

I want everything in your house

From your TVs, couches your dog and your spouse

Everything is valuable, so is you

Cooperate so a nigga won’t have to blast you

We all know what this Mac could do

At point blank range, it’s a closed casket fool

I’m the Watts bandit, yeah I came up

Put all these goods in a pick-up truck

Rollin' down Central, I spotted me a target

This nigga, he was doin too much flossin'

Yea the truck I parked it

Hop out cock back the heater

Run up in his ass in his beemer

I’m yellin' out, «hand it over, 'fore it’s all over»

Put a shell through you and your mother fucking chauffer

He was looking choked up, so he start sweating'

Looking down the barrel of my Wesson

Yeah he’s getting robbed, he know he can’t stop it

He gave me the keys, and every fucking thing up in his pockets

Started up the Beemer, parked it where my truck was

Young niggas like «what up blood»

I’m like what up blood, this nigga came behind me

Said «hand is over nigga, or that your ass is mine»