Ice Spice, Lil Yachty Out My Face (My Baby)

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