Out My Face (My Baby) (feat. 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 numéro 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 I got a bitch headed right out to blanco (Oof) I only wan' hit it like a poncho Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco 'Cause the glove didn't fit These 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 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, 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-on-one, one of a kind, my baby (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Ink up, but y'all don't do mines, 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, 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', 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 I got a bitch headed right out to blanco I only wan' hit it like a poncho Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco 'Cause the glove didn't fit These pockets stuffed out like cilantro