Out My Face (My Baby) (Explicit) - Ice Spice/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Ice Spice/Miles McCollum/Ronald LaTour
Composed by：Ice Spice/Miles McCollum/Ronald LaTour
Produced by：Cardo/Da Kids
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I don't even got to say much
Grrah
Everybody knows
Like
And it ain't just niggas I could take these niggas hoes
Yeah
I-I went from a PJ buildin' to the fortieth floor
Damn
W-watchin' bitches speak on shit they'll truly never know about
Poppin' up showin' out
Bitches wanna take my space
Like
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Like
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Matter fact give me space
Like
Matter fact give me time
Like
Matter fact give me māthā
Damn
Matter fact make me a mom
Like
And I'm outside with the slimes
Like
And I'm outside with the gangy
Gangy
Label scared for my safety
Like
Told them they can't change me
Grrah
JPG on the shirt
Shirt
Bet you see C for the pump
Like
No matter where in the world
My 'ooter a geek ten shots for the dump
Grrah
It's pokin' out from the side
Woah
You can see my shit from the front
I was never afraid to fight
Nope
I was never the one to run
I was always número one
Damn
You ain't comin' correct?
You're done
Damn
Begone
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Like
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Grrah
Get out my f-
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Matter fact give me space
Like grrah
Matter fact give me time
Like damn
Matter fact give me māthā
Give me that
Matter fact make me a mom
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my-
What?
Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha
Uh
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco
Oof
I only want head like a poncho
Twin beat his case got him a Bronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro
I dip in the VIP made it mine
What?
Whip up a bitch she fine
Never will I steal your shine
You ain't never geeked on M in a penthouse
While your dick stuck in a dime
Facts
I done hit so many hoes almost turned myself in
Thought it was a crime
Hoo
Girl you look good it's your mom
Ayy
I'm tryna see y'all aligned
Ayy ayy
I'm tryna see y'all aligned my baby
Ayy
I'm down to cover the fine my baby
One of one one of a kind my baby
Ayy ayy-ayy
Geek up but I don't do lines my baby
You gotta get with the times my baby
Tattoo your face
Tattoo your face if you're truly mine my baby
Everything peachy everything come with a risk
Peachy ooh risky
Stay with a blicky my nails too long to close my fist
Ooh pow pow pow pow
The 'ooter gon' spin like a DVD-style disc
Ooh spin ooh
And these hoes is mad they pissed but won't do shit
Won't do nothin' bro
They mad but won't do shit
Won't do nothin'
They mad but won't do shit
Won't do nothin'
They mad but won't do shit
They mad but won't do shit
Won't do nothin' ooh
They mad but won't do shit
Aha aha
Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha
Uh
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco
I only want head like a poncho
Twin beat his case got him a Bronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro
