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Gunna - Cant Beat Us Lyrics

[Intro]
(Stunna Worldwide)
(PLAYMAKERS)

[Chorus]
Already won
They can’t beat us, they gon' have to join
I just chop on these niggas like a sword
They too serious, I’m havin' fun
That convertible Rolls Royce a don
We never heard of you, where are you from?
We [?]  you come out the slum
Keep that shit player, I’m player as they come
I keep me a Jone
She don’t talk too much, my bitches grown
I get top early in the morn'
You got friends? We take her home
I love to spend, my monеy long
Get him knocked off, I’m a Capone
Multiplyin', my family strong
And thеy still gon' be rich when I’m gone (Gone)

[Verse 1]
I need a crib on an island (Island)
I told the little me I’d get a medallion (Medallion)
We runnin' through the streets and didn’t know the mileage (Nope)
My day one came home fresh off a bid (Day one)
Had to take the Rolls Royce down Collins
The [?] clip on the side for the Sig
Now your M’s stayin', all of them fallin'
Stand on your name, when it’s time better speak yo' mind
Don’t come ‘round just to say that you shine
Life is hard but you easy to find
They can’t read 'em and can’t be [?]
I respected the fact that you tried
I dissect it and then I decide
You life not [?], you none of my kind
Highly protected and never neglected
No regular pedestrian, you gon' recognize
Found my profession, now I get these checks
And I got some checks and I still haven’t signed
Got the new Diors in all of my size
This bitch from the D, long hair and brown eyes
Clear port, yeah the jet where we sleep in the sky
We cliqued up the clique tight, you cannot divide
[Chorus]
Already won
They can’t beat us, they gon' have to join
I just chop on these niggas like a sword
They too serious, I’m havin' fun
That convertible Rolls Royce a don
We never heard of you, where are you from?
We [?] you come out the slum
Keep that shit player, I’m player as they come
I keep me a Jone
She don’t talk too much, my bitches grown
I get top early in the morn'
You got friends? We take her home
I love to spend, my money long
Get him knocked off, I’m a Capone
Multiplyin', my family strong
And they still gon' be rich when I’m gone (Gone)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, rich, this my bitch and I’m gon' have her lit (Lit)
Twin Pateks, her wrist match my wrist
Twin AP’s, her wrist match my wrist (Twins)
In the dark, can’t see in the car
My window got two percent tint (Tint)
Ten foot trees ‘round my crib, not a fence (Fence)
And I’m rockin’ slime green like the Grinch
Not and don’t miss, on the big yacht, drinkin' on Kris
Need a twin, hit her friend, good assist
Shit was splashy, I call her swish
Say I’m flashy, look at my fit
Keep codeine, I could never get sick (Nah)
In Celine, tell me what you wanna get (Ya)
This shit a dream, all I wanted was a hit
No scene like the top, came out the bottom of the ditch
Some whole and you sell 'em and they split
And the goal is to make a lil' flip, uh
Know it’s a lot (Know it’s a lot)
But I know that I had to get a mill', uh
Most of these niggas don’t know the half
Or know what I did to get the things I have
[Chorus]
Already won
They can’t beat us, they gon' have to join
I just chop on these niggas like a sword
They too serious, I’m havin' fun
That convertible Rolls Royce a don
We never heard of you, where are you from?
We [?] you come out the slum
Keep that shit player, I’m player as they come
I keep me a Jone
She don’t talk too much, my bitches grown
I get top early in the morn'
You got friends? We take her home
I love to spend, my money long
Get him knocked off, I’m a Capone
Multiplyin', my family strong
And they still gon' be rich when I’m gone (Gone)