i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie)

Mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm (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 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 Lamb' got her, uh, she say the Lamb' got her car sick

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 the city me and bae go and eat at Hibachi

Ice in your hand, certified GIA stone, jumpin' like a moshpit

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 internationally known doin' songs with Asake

Goin' back home off 10s, shit back at my home I'm sellin out the Roxy

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 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)

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 a two-tone

Now she fuckin' and suckin' the gang, woah (oh)

Double R pushes (double R)

Hop out the suicide doors, I'm shovin' and pushin' (shovin' and)

Watch how the cameras flash, yeah, they pointin' and lookin' (pointin' and)

Look your bitch in the eyes (yeah), she cracked a smile, I know that she took it

Mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)

Mhm, mhm, mm (yeah, we givin' you bad taste)

Mhm, mhm, mhm (bitch, fuck money, grind, 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 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)