[Intro: Molly Santana]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Don Toliver & Future]
I just dropped my top, yeah (Yeah)
I can't stop (Cannot stop this shit)
Don't ask 'bout my fit, it cost a lot, yeah
I cannot stand out, I'm standing in, you know where I'm at (I can not stand)
Ever since I came in, I just put my top down
Okay, gettin' jaded, but I can't feel my face now (Pluto)
Hop right in and leave (Yeah), in the suicide, can't see 'em (Yeah)
I'll be fine, baby, I don't need you
No lie, baby, you a freak too, yeah
[Refrain: Don Toliver & Future]
All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)
I'm just '42 sippin' (Yeah, ooh)
I can drown in it (Ooh, know I can)
All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)
I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh, you know how we comin')
I can drown in it (Ooh)
[Chorus: Future]
Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (Oh yeah)
It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)
Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)
Turn up my savages, word to Allah
Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Turn up my shooters, oh yеah)
Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)
Shе wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)
Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist
[Verse 2: Wallie the Sensei & Future]
I'm Wallie the Sensei (Oh, oh)
Took his bitch on the weekend, he ain't get her back 'til Wednesday
And I got a problem with spendin' too much money, that's what my friends say (Freebandz, that's what my friends say)
Pulled up in a '23 drop-top, woah
Bad bitch, ass out in a crop-top, yeah
I ain't even ate and I'm still shittin'
I won't make her my bitch, but I'm still hittin'
Fuckin' on queens, but I ain't from Great Britain
I'm all in her stomach, I ain't fittin'
That bitch told me, "Slow down," but I ain't listen
They be like, "You a king, you need to slow down," I'm drinkin' that lean, I'm still sippin'
[Chorus: Future & Wallie The Sensei]
Drankin' on codeine and went to the top (I drop my top)
It's diamonds in my watch and I can't see the clock (Oh yeah)
Pull up in foreigns, I'm droppin' the top (Oh yeah)
Turn up my savages, word to Allah (Oh yeah)
Turn up my shooters, it ain't no more robbin' (Oh yeah)
Lil' bitty poodle niggas ain't no problem (Oh yeah)
She wanted a poodle, it cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)
Fresh in the photo, but didn't need a stylist
[Refrain: Don Toliver]
(Ooh) All in (Ooh)
I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh)
I can drown in it (Ooh)
All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)
I'm just '42 sippin' (Ooh)
I can drown in it (Ooh)
