"Block Away" lyrics
"Block Away"
Can't you be my heartbeat? (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Never leave regardless
Why would you be so heartless?
And never leave regardless
What I look like worryin' 'bout a body count? Bitch, you were my ho
Used to make that ass clap for me, show time in Apollo
Need a bricklayer, I sent you 'cross the border from Chicago
I like you more than some lil' comments and a follow
Block away, block away, block away
The way I shook back, she can block my page
Can't stand to see me movin' on, I'm in a better place
Been a gangster, but the smile been locked in on my face
Block away, block away, block away
Fuck whoever got some shit to say
Flexin' hard for my new bae, gon' have to block my page
Wanna bring me down, okay, but not today
Luca Brasi love, knowin' that Brasi comin'
Wanna be mine, been plenty of times exhibited enemy vibes in public
No sense in me lyin', unlimited time, addicted to grind and hustle
Whenever you 'round, you let your hair down (Giver supplyin' the muscle)
Stimulated your mind, intelligent, uh, dealin' with mild seduction
Demeanor intriguin', whenever I'm speakin', all of my diamonds bussin' (Bling, blaow)
Wasn't designed for cuffin', can I retire from thuggin'?
Leavin' with me, know a private retreat, and I promise you now you gon' love me
When we in the mirror, I'm rough from the rear, I'm goin' inside of your stomach
The face you make while I'm grippin' your waist, lovin' your body adjustment
Told you this would happen if I get you back to my place
Strokin' in slow motion on the pallet by the fireplace
Block away, block away, block away
The way I shook back, she can block my page
Can't stand to see me movin' on, I'm in a better place
Been a gangster, but the smile been locked in on my face
Block away, block away, block away
Fuck whoever got some shit to say
Flexin' hard for my new bae, gon' have to block my page
Wanna bring me down, okay, but not today (Real talk)
I don't do textin', double request, I'm not with aggressive phone tag
Really feel like twice is beggin', learned my lesson, grown past it
Don't be passed up bein' passive like you so much motion havin'
Leave or stay, promise I walk away, I won't look back at you
Frantic, yeah, I'm past you, I won't take a second glance at you
Quick to celebrate you, ain't got time for fakin', I'm a gangster
G-Shock watches, cocaine sneakers, trappin' hard in my Adidas
Meanin' all day, I dream about stacks and not no skeezers
Disappointments only motivate me, turn up for no reason
Better than I used to be, know it's gon' hurt you when you see me
Bread Winner motion picture, now they watchin' me on TV
They ho wishin' they was with me, niggas wishin' they could be me
Block away, block away, block away
The way I shook back, she can block my page
Can't stand to see me movin' on, I'm in a better place
Been a gangster, but the smile been locked in on my face
Block away, block away, block away
Fuck whoever got some shit to say
Flexin' hard for my new bae, gon' have to block my page
Wanna bring me down, okay, but not today
Can't you be my heartbeat? (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Never leave regardless
Why would you be so heartless?
And never leave regardless
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Norman Payne
- AZLyrics
- K
- Kevin Gates Lyrics
mixtape:
"I'm Him 2" (2025)
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