[Intro: Future]
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too much to lose
This shit gettin' outta hand
Ain't got nothin' else to prove
This shit gettin' outta hand
I fuck way too many broads
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too many cars
This shit gettin' outta hand
I had way too much to drink
This shit gettin' outta hand
I keep goin' in the bank
This shit gettin' outta hand

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I was 21 pushin' 21 (Woo), n***a clean duckin' nun' better ask your son (Woo)
Huh, when my wrist get old let 'em tell it off (Ayy)
All my problems solved, broke n***as disolved (Woo)
I don't keep up with the shaderoom that shit there for broads (Woo, ayy)
Speakin' on my name is how you get knocked off (Woo, ayy)
Damn these n***as brunt, someone cool 'em off (Woo, ayy)
What's up with the "Shh?" I could cut it off
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
20 racks inside a Duffle what she do? Ooh (Woo)
Tell me what you do for a piece of change?
Strapped up n***as gettin' goofy for a ounce of fame (Woo)
120 on my rain this shit not a game
[Chorus: Future]
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too much to lose
This shit gettin' outta hand
Ain't got nothin' else to prove
This shit gettin' outta hand
I fuck way too many broads
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too many cars
This shit gettin' outta hand
I had way too much to drink
This shit gettin' outta hand
I keep goin' in the bank
This shit gettin' outta hand

[Verse 2: Future]
I sip way too much damn drank, now this shit outta hand
I just came from out the Bentley this shit outta hand
This shit high demand-o, this shit Jimmy Choosy, I talk all fact though
Put my bitch in Pucci, I got tall racks though
Tote that little Uzi, bitches talkin' loosely
Bitches sellin' coochie
They just wanna see me crash, got that Richard Millie flooded out the ghetto look like glass
Popped a half a million dollars in the ghetto, I had to spazz
You a certified stepper, I'm puttin them bricks in your hand
I turned killers into millionaires, n***a I'm the man
Got some big body shit, collectin' dust like trash, Phantom
Cuttin' them hoes off soon as they disrespect the [?]
I been wearing them hoes out, had to stop takin' Xans
[Chorus: Future]
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too much to lose
This shit gettin' outta hand
Ain't got nothin' else to prove
This shit gettin' outta hand
I fuck way too many broads
This shit gettin' outta hand
I got way too many cars
This shit gettin' outta hand
I had way too much to drink
This shit gettin' outta hand
I keep goin' in the bank
This shit gettin' outta hand
I sip way too much damn drank, now this shit outta hand
I just came from out the Bentley this shit outta hand