Kant feel my face* v2

Chorus

Geeked up off the toppy I can't feel my face (geeked)

Bentley coupe the panel goin' crazy pace

Twizzies in the blunt got me outer space (yeah)

Ice on my wrist like a frozen lake

Money comin' fast I don't even wait

Bitch on my lap said she want a taste

She ain't even real she a copy face

I'm too gone right now I can't feel my face

Verse

Plug hit my line like a hundred times

Cop the new Bottega just to match the ice (stacked)

Off the perc I'm floatin' past the lights

Whole crew turn demon when we hit the night (ayy)

Back in the day we was countin' dimes

Now the bag so fat it don't fit my palms

She been blowin' my phone I ain't got the time

Poppin' off the Addy jumpin' off the wall

My neck on flood got the whole room froze

Shawty name my god 'cause the way she roll

Second house in Cali still can't find my clothes

Lost my own shadow in the studio glow

Talkin' loud now like you want the smoke

One wrong step and they movin' slow (brrt)

She bite my ear while the bank note grow

Demons in my cup turn the devil to a hoe

Sippin' that purple I can't feel my teeth

New chain hang heavy drippin' off my teeth

Ridin' in the ghost with the suicide seats

Everything I touch turn to gold underneath

They was countin' me out now they countin' my checks

Broke boy talkin' big but he still a lil' pest

Fuck the fake love I want the real respect

Split the whole bag with my gang and we set

Bridge

Talkin' money money money got me wildin' (woo)

Bands on my mind it's a daily hobby (hobby)

She do backflips off a line of molly (what)

I'm on a whole different planet party (yeah)

My demons sing while my speakers bang

Racks so tall they could hold a plane

Every time I blink I make the whole frame change

Off the deep end and I love the pain (ohh)

Chorus

Geeked up off the toppy I can't feel my face (geeked)

Bentley coupe the panel goin' crazy pace

Twizzies in the blunt got me outer space (yeah)

Ice on my wrist like a frozen lake

Money comin' fast I don't even wait

Bitch on my lap said she want a taste

She ain't even real she a copy face

I'm too gone right now I can't feel my face

Outro

Pass the stizz I'm asleep (sleep)

Count the hunnids to the beat (count)

She hollerin' for the streets (holler)

I'm too geeked I can't speak (geeked)