I can’t feel my face Lyrics – Gunna

Read the full I can’t feel my face lyrics by Gunna along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Gunna’s music, you can also explore Satisfaction and Podcast, two other songs by Gunna.

[Intro: Gunna]
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm (I can’t feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm
Mhm, mhm, mhm

[Chorus: Gunna]
Still trim
Tell ’em ain’t past, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it’s him
I’ll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil’ bitty b!tch don’t know what’s happening
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 Lamb’ got her, uh, she say the Lamb’ got her car sick
I stowed it down, I’m ’bout to take her to pound, I give her hard d!ck
I played around, feel like I’m taking the crown, tell ’em to park it
Stop in and see me and bae go eating hibachi
I see her hand, certified Jah, ayy, stone, jumping like a moshpit
Still got a chance, number one, platinum and gold, I made a profit
Traveling in the lane, tryna get plugs to a play, put it in a socket
Wunna international, he know I’m doing songs with Asake
Going back home on ten, s*it, back at my home where I’m selling all the rocks at
Excuse my cologne, still pushing it, really going on, I’m going with the process
Even though this s*it 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 (Yeah, we giving you bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (B!tch, fu*k money, grind, sad way)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Still trim

Tell ’em ain’t past, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it’s him
I’ll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil’ bitty b!tch don’t know what’s happening
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, having stuff on
New convertible, still got the roof on
I put black and gray paint on a two-tone
Now she fu*king and sucking the gang, woah (Oh)
Double R push us (Double R)
Hop out the suicide doors, I’m shoving and pushing (Shoving that)
Watch how the cameras flash, yeah, they pointing and looking (Pointing at)
Look your b!tch in the eyes, yeah, she crack a smile, I know that she took it

[Pre-Chorus: Gunna]
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can’t feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (Yeah, we giving you bad taste)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (B!tch, fu*k money, grind, sad way)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Still trim
Tell ’em ain’t past, they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it’s him
I’ll probably win an award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil’ bitty b!tch don’t know what’s happening
I’m really rich, I don’t do it for the ‘Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)