Out My Face (My Baby) Lyrics by Ice Spice Ft. Lil Yachty
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 land 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)
[?] 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 numéro one (Damn)
You ain’t comin’ correct? You 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)
X pill’s make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six hoes runnin’ ’round in casa
I got a bitch headed right out to blanco
I only wan’ hit it like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him on Ronco
‘Cause the glove didn’t fit
These pockets stuffed out like cilantro
I dip in her ‘Vette, made it mine (What?)
Whip up a bitch, she fine
Never will I steal your shine
We ain’t never geeked on them in a penthouse
Why your dick stuck in a dime? (Verse)
I done hit so many hoes, almost turnt myself in
Thought it was a crime (Hoo)
Girl, you look good, like ya mom (Aye)
I’m tryna see y’all aligned (Aye, aye)
I’m tryna see y’all aligned, my baby (Aye)
I’m down to come for the fine, my baby
One-on-one, one of a kind, my baby (Aye, aye aye)
Ink up, but y’all don’t do mines, my baby
You gotta get with the times, my baby
Talk to your fakes, talk to fakes if you’re truly mine, my baby
Everything peachy, everything come with a risk (Coochie, ooh, risky)
Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to close my fist (Ooh, pow, pow, pow, pow)
The udder gon’ spin like a DVD, stop disk (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’, bro)
They mad, but won’t do shit
Aha, aha
X pill’s make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six hoes runnin’ ’round in casa
I got a bitch headed right out to blanco
I only wan’ hit it like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him on Ronco
‘Cause the glove didn’t fit
These pockets stuffed out like cilantro
