I Can’t Feel My Face (feat. Nechie)

[Intro: Gunna] Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face) Mhm, mhm, mm Mhm, mhm, mhm [Chorus: Gunna] 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) [Verse 1: Gunna] 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 Travеlin' the land, tryna get plugs to a plan, put it in a socket Wunna intеrnational, 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 [Pre-Chorus: 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) [Chorus: Gunna] 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) [Verse 2: 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 [Pre-Chorus: 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) [Chorus: Gunna] 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)