i Can't feel my face

I can't feel my face, my face numb I can't feel my damn face (my face numb, yeah) I can't have no bitch, I gotta wait for her I can't feel (gotta wait for her, gotta wait for her) I can't feel my face, my face numb High speed police chase my race car (skrrt, skrrt) Cocaine laced up all-white A1's Steak sauce, got a couple snakes, I'ma break off I can't have no bitch, I gotta wait for her I got friends with the weight, I don't chase plugs Mackned brought some, so I gotta take some Goop got big guns, please don't fake none I can't feel my face, my face numb High speed police chase my race car (skrrt, skrrt) Cocaine laced up all-white A1's (A1's) Steak sauce, gotta a couple snakes, I'ma break off I can't have no bitch, I gotta wait for her I got friends with the weight, I don't chase plugs Mackned brought some, so I gotta take some (take some) Goop got big guns, please don't fake none How yo' drink turn that colour? You gon' kill for yo' brother? You really there for that cutter, for that cutter? You ain't really from the under Had to go and serve your uncle Just so you could feed your mother (feed your mother) I put the game on deck I put these rappers on a check My OG, I respect, that's why I spit, boy They ain't playing with that bag They ain't never ever had All these rappers really fags (they some fags) Yo, white hoe do the most I could never ever go Never get away for my soul (never get up on me) Boy, you know I still pour All that shit that I saw, that shit haunt me like a ghost (it haunt me) I got some demons in my mind You ain't never heard it in yo' head to go commit the crime (Go commit the crime, woo) I got some secrets that I gots to keep I gots to deal with this here daily 'til I'm buried deep Yeah, that .45, that big pole That boom-bap, that hip hop Them big bands, that Slipknot, I mix match Shoot a nigga in the eyepatch Baby girl, you sold that cat for me, hoe, ayy, ooh Gold rings on me, no Smeagol (yeah, yeah) My dawg mixing up the kibble with the rice bowl He bad, eating lightning hoe, he light up like a light bulb Ooh, yeah, stack that mozzarella, check a big bag Smack it for an hour, off a 30, let a bitch bad (yeah, yeah) I can't have no bitch I gotta fake for She play games with me, I start a world war Cocaine lined up, drugs is what I came for (yeah) I treat pussy like I used to treat kicked doors (woo, woo) Roxycodone, and I'm blowing strong, ooh (yeah) He can't feel his face because he face is gone (he face is gone), ooh Da-da then I make sure KirbLaGoop is home, yeah My shooters gon' hit you like it's after prom, Mackned I can't feel my face, my face numb