Outta My Mind

I can't feel my face, now
Oh I can't feel my face, now
Ohhhh, feel my face, now
Plxyboi
Ohhhh, feel my face, now
Ohhhhhh, ohhh oh
Okay, new rappers are ventriloquist dummies
Old label act like a lion in a sheep's skin
Bitch stop taking that from me
How you catch me on the streets with a heater
But it's freezing?
Brother tweak on bitch niggas for no reason
But you already know they get popped for a reason
Barbecue chicken, lot of sauce, lot of season
Put it on my plate, no more for the weekend
Fuck a leftover. I met a bitch
Same night, told her bend it over
Two weeks later, took her out to the club
She was drunk and she passed out
Had to put her over my shoulder
Heart been cold but my ex made it colder
Make a mental note like my brain got a folder
Rip a nigga off, get gone with an order
If I got to hit a fence?
Hit two like the Border

Bitch I'm out, my motherfucking mind all the time
That's why I be thinking so much
Bitch come out, the house, if you trying to fuck
Not trying to beat around the bush
Feel like Wiz, mix shroom with the kush
But I had started with a grammer
Read every bitch like a motherfucking book
And you know I watch they grammar

Cause I can't have a beezy that's way too easy
Bitch I might as well be Gunna
If I spot bands far, with no load, I'm a runner
See a sucker like a deer? Plxyboi turned hunter
Kick a bitch to the defense, first down, punt her
No reluctance
Brother off a deuce putting syrup in the pop
Like pour this substance, yeah
Aye fuck a leftover!
Met a bitch same night told her bend it over
Aye fuck a leftover!
Met a bitch same night told her bend it overrr
Aye fuck a leftover, aye
Aye fuck a leftover, aye
Rip a nigga off, get gone with an order
If I gotta hit a fence, hit two like the border