"i can't feel my face" lyrics
(feat. Nechie)
[Gunna:]
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
She say the Lam' got her, uh, she say the Lam' got her carsick
I slow it down, I'm 'bout to take her to pound, I give her hard dick
Ain't playin' around, feel like I'm takin' the crown, tell 'em to park it
Stop in and see me and bae go and eat at hibachi
I see her hand, certified GIA stone, jumpin' like a mosh pit
Still got a chance, number one, platinum and gold, I made a profit
Travelin' the land, tryna get plugs to a plan, put it in a socket
Wunna international, you know I'm doin' songs with Asake
Goin' back home off 10s, she back at my home while I'm sittin' where the rocks at
Excuse my cologne, still pushin' it, really goin' on, I'm goin' with the process
Even though this shit deeper than music, I know it's a process
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
[Nechie:]
Got a plug on the bricks, now he stepped on
You can tell by my neck that my check long
Any hood that I step, they respect home
Any day of the week, havin' stuff on
New convertible, still got the roof on
I put black and gray paint on the two-tone
Now she fuckin' and suckin' the gang, woah (Oh)
Double R pushes (Double R)
Hop out them suicide doors, shovin' and pushin' (Shovin' and)
Watch all the cameras flash, yeah, they pointin' and lookin' (Pointin' and)
Look your bitch in the eyes (Yeah), she crack a smile, just know that she took it
[Gunna:]
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
She say the Lam' got her, uh, she say the Lam' got her carsick
I slow it down, I'm 'bout to take her to pound, I give her hard dick
Ain't playin' around, feel like I'm takin' the crown, tell 'em to park it
Stop in and see me and bae go and eat at hibachi
I see her hand, certified GIA stone, jumpin' like a mosh pit
Still got a chance, number one, platinum and gold, I made a profit
Travelin' the land, tryna get plugs to a plan, put it in a socket
Wunna international, you know I'm doin' songs with Asake
Goin' back home off 10s, she back at my home while I'm sittin' where the rocks at
Excuse my cologne, still pushin' it, really goin' on, I'm goin' with the process
Even though this shit deeper than music, I know it's a process
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
[Nechie:]
Got a plug on the bricks, now he stepped on
You can tell by my neck that my check long
Any hood that I step, they respect home
Any day of the week, havin' stuff on
New convertible, still got the roof on
I put black and gray paint on the two-tone
Now she fuckin' and suckin' the gang, woah (Oh)
Double R pushes (Double R)
Hop out them suicide doors, shovin' and pushin' (Shovin' and)
Watch all the cameras flash, yeah, they pointin' and lookin' (Pointin' and)
Look your bitch in the eyes (Yeah), she crack a smile, just know that she took it
[Gunna:]
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (You let it came with a bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Bitch, if you fuck 'round and go out the sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em they passed, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I'll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch, they don't know what's happenin'
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
