Out My Face (My Baby)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I don't even gotta say much (grrah), everybody knows (like)
And it ain't just niggas, I could take these niggas' hos (yeah)
I-I went from a PJ, buildin' to the 40th 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 (whoa), 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 (gimme dat), 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 f- (what?)
Whoa, X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh), six hos runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turnin' 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
Yeen never geeked on M in a penthouse while your dick stuck in a dime (facts)
I done hit so many hos, almost turned myself in, thought it was a crime (hoo)
Girl, you look good, it's your mom (ay), I'm tryna see y'all aligned (ay, ay)
I'm tryna see y'all aligned, my baby (ay)
I'm down to cover the fine, my baby, one of one, one of a kind, my baby (ay, ay-ay)
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
Everythin' peachy (peachy), everythin' come with a risk (like, risky, ooh)
Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to close my fist (ooh, grrah, pow, pow, pow, pow)
The 'ooter gon' spin like a DVD-style disc (ooh, spin, ooh)
And these hos is mad, they pissed, but won't do shit (won't do nothin', ooh)
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
Whoa, X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh), six hos runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turnin' 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