“Out My Face” is a promotional single from American rapper and songwriter Ice Spice‘s album, Saint Sinner / Rosadita. ^{[1] [2] [3] [5]}

It features American rapper, singer-songwriter, record producer Lil Yachty.^{[6] [7]}

The Official Music Video directed by AMD, & Little Miles premiered Friday, August 28^th, 2026^[1], via Lyrical Lemonade’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: Cardo Got Wings, & Rio Leyva.^[4]

The song written by: Ice Spice, Lil Yachty, Cardo Got Wings, & Rio Leyva.^[4]

Song: #OutMyFace

Artist: #IceSpice #LilYachty

Album: #SaintSinner #Rosadita

^Explicit

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“Out My Face” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Ice Spice, Lil Yachty:

[Part I]

Intro: Ice Spice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 1: Ice Spice
I don’t even got to say much (Grrah), everybody knows (Like)
And it ain’t just n*****, I could take these n*****’ h*** (Yeah)
I-I went from a PJ, buildin’ to the fortieth floor (D***)
W-watchin’ b****** speak on s*** they’ll truly never know about
Poppin’ up, showin’ out
B****** wanna take my space (Like)

Chorus: Ice Spice
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Like)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f—
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Matter fact, give me space (Like)
Matter fact, give me time (Like)
Matter fact, give me māthā (D***)
Matter fact, make me a mom (Like)

Verse 2: Ice Spice
And I’m outside with the slimes (Like)
And I’m outside with the gangy (Gangy)
Label scared for my safety (Like)
Told them they can’t change me (Grrah)
JPG on the shirt (Shirt)
Bet you see C for the pump (Like)
No matter where in the world, my ‘ooter a geek, ten shots for the dump (Grrah)
It’s pokin’ out from the side (Woah), you can see my s*** from the front
I was never afraid to fight (Nope)
I was never the one to run
I was always número one (D***)
You ain’t comin’ correct? You’re done (D***)
Begone

Chorus: Ice Spice
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Like)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f— (Grrah)
Get out my f—
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Get out my face (Get out my face)
Matter fact, give me space (Like, grrah)
Matter fact, give me time (Like, d***)
Matter fact, give me māthā (Give me that)
Matter fact, make me a mom

Interlude: Ice Spice & Lil Yachty
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my— (What?)

[Part II]

Chorus: Lil Yachty
Woah, * *****’ll make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six h*** runnin’ ’round in casa
Got a b**** turning burned off the Blanco (Oof)
I only want **** like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco
‘Cause the glove didn’t fit
Deep pockets, stuffed out like cilantro

Verse 1: Lil Yachty
I dip in the VIP, made it mine (What?)
Whip up a b****, she fine
Never will I steal your shine
You ain’t never geeked on * in a penthouse while your d*** stuck in a dime (Facts)
I done hit so many h***, almost turned myself in, thought it was a crime (Hoo)
Girl, you look good, it’s your mom (Ayy)
I’m tryna see y’all aligned (Ayy, ayy)
I’m tryna see y’all aligned, my baby (Ayy)
I’m down to cover the fine, my baby
One of one, one of a kind, my baby (Ayy, ayy-ayy)
Geek up, but I don’t do lines, my baby
You gotta get with the times, my baby
Tattoo your face
Tattoo your face if you’re truly mine, my baby

Verse 2: Ice Spice & Lil Yachty
Everything peachy, everything come with a risk (Peachy, ooh, risky)
Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to close my fist (Ooh, pow, pow, pow, pow)
The ‘ooter gon’ spin like a DVD-style disc (Ooh, spin, ooh)
And these h*** is mad, they pissed, but won’t do s*** (Won’t do nothin’, bro)
They mad, but won’t do s*** (Won’t do nothin’)
They mad, but won’t do s*** (Won’t do nothin’)
They mad, but won’t do s***
They mad, but won’t do s*** (Won’t do nothin’, ooh)
They mad, but won’t do s***
Aha, aha

Chorus: Lil Yachty
Woah, X pills’ll make ya cha-cha (Uh)
Six h*** runnin’ ’round in casa
Got a b**** turning burned off the Blanco
I only want head like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco
‘Cause the glove didn’t fit
Deep pockets, stuffed out like cilantro

Writer(s): Ice Spice, Lil Yachty, Cardo Got Wings, & Rio Leyva
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