Lyrics Out My Face – Lou Phelps
Yeah, out my face
She got her own thing, she gangsta servin’ bass
Got another couple thousand for her shape, mm
Independent, what the f**k I’m ‘posed to say
Matsuhisa ‘fore a n**ga start the day
Smokin’ grabba ‘fore she hit the runway
New designer bag, she loves the Chanel
Wasn’t there for her birthday
Sent her Birkin through the mail, uh
Only time will tell, uh
Only time will tell, mm
All my records sell, mm
And they not on sale, uh
I need me a mill’, uh
Need a hundred mill’
All without a deal, uh
All without a deal, yeah
Yeah, uh
These called marquise
Do the dance like Marquis
We don’t do no small fees
Now she wanna get nasty
All because I’m an artist
B**ch better not at me, uh
Finna pop like acne, yeah
What’s up..
What’s up..
Yeah, out my face
She got her own thing, she gangsta servin’ bass
Got another couple thousand for her shape, mm
Independent, what the f**k I’m ‘posed to say
Matsuhisa ‘fore a n**ga start the day
Smokin’ grabba ‘fore she hit the runway
New designer bag, she loves the Chanel
Wasn’t there for her birthday
Sent her Birkin through the mail, uh
Only time will tell, uh
Only time will tell, mm
All my records sell, mm
And they not on sale, uh
I need me a mill’, uh
Need a hundred mill’
All without a deal
All, all, all without a deal, yeah
Yeah, I done coppe a crib, yeah
All without a deal, yeah, uh-huh
Diamonds chandelier, yeah
All, all, all without a deal, uh
Spent a bag at LIV
That’s just how I live
Did it by myself
Even papa wasn’t here, uh
Yeah, out my face
She got her own thing
She gangsta servin’ bass
Got another couple thousand for her shape…
➤ Written by Lou Phelps
Produced by KAYTRANADA
Lou Phelps | 2022
