Out My Face Ice Spice, Lil Yachty 

[Part I]

[Intro: Ice Spice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
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)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
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)
Gеt out my f—
Get out my face (Get out my facе)
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)

[Verse 2: Ice Spice]
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)
[?][0:50] 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

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
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
[Interlude: Ice Spice & Lil Yachty]
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my— (What?)

[Part II]

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
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

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I dip in her 'Vette, 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

[Verse 2: Ice Spice & Lil Yachty]
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 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', ooh)
They mad, but won't do shit
Aha, aha

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
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