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Gunna - Block Beater Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
We outta state, she like the taste, skeet in her face, uh (Uh)
Flew outta space, you outta place, nobody safe, uh (Nobody)
I found a way, got out the way (Ah)
Knew how to wait, don’t know how to hate (Uh)
A whole lotta cake, they threw out the case
I know I can make a whole lotta pape' (Ya)

[Verse 1]
I know I can make me some more millions
I know I can take off and go to the sun
My lawyer gon' go get my record expunged
I don’t know if I wan' get the Wraith or the Dawn
I ordered the Lamb' truck, can’t wait 'till it comes
She got on her knees, she can’t wait 'till I cum
She give that fi’ head when her hair in a bun (Fi')
Gunna only one , don’t compare me to none
Count up that check, first of the month (Count it)
Took my LA bitch to Tayo for lunch (Lunch)
Walkin' down Rodeo, smokin' on Runtz (Runtz)
Rocks in my ear, I can’t hear the response (Response)
Chocolate bitch, she the same color crunch (Chocolate)
Poppin' shit they thought that couldn’t be done (Poppin' shit)
Opposite and we can never be one
Poppin' this shit, livin' life, havin' fun (Fun)
[Chorus]
We outta state, she like the taste, skeet in her face, uh (Uh)
Flew outta space, you outta place, nobody safe, uh (Uh)
I found a way, got out the way
Knew how to wait, don’t know how to hate (Uh)
A whole lotta cake, they threw out the case
I know I can make a whole lotta pape' (Ya)

[Verse 2]
I know I can make the whole family rise
I know the truck can’t even fit in the garage
She horny 'cause she keep on winkin' her eyes
I’m hungry, I need me a piece of the pie
Upgrade the watch, I put glass in the Sky (Upgrade)
Have so much sauce, I get cash to look fly
Rolls on the tongue, he been tellin' you lies
I know real niggas they can’t recognize
We runnin' low, I been gettin' high (I been gettin' high)
I want her throat, hop in and ride (Hop in and ride)
I twist some dope and it open my mind
I keep a stick, stay away from the crime (Yeah)
I grew up hard, you ain’t gon' see me cryin' (Nah)
Handle yo' business, don’t wan' hear you whine (Handle it)
Count up the millions, I used to sell dimes
Fuck all that bullshit, we know how to grind (Know how to grind)
[Chorus]
We outta state, she like the taste, skeet in her face, uh (Uh)
Flew outta space, you outta place, nobody safe, uh (Uh)
I found a way, got out the way
Knew how to wait, don’t know how to hate (Uh)
A whole lotta cake, they threw out the case
I know I can make a whole lotta pape' (Ya)

[Outro]
Yeah, nobody, yeah, uh
Yeah