Gettin’ Outta Hand lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah

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

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I was 21 pushin' 21 (Woo), n*gga 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*ggas disolved (Woo)
I don't keep up with the shaderoom that sh*t there for broads (Woo, ayy)
Speakin' on my name is how you get knocked off (Woo, ayy)
Damn these n*ggas 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*ggas gettin' goofy for a ounce of fame (Woo)
120 on my rain this sh*t not a game
[Chorus: Future]
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I got way too much to lose
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
Ain't got nothin' else to prove
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I f*ck way too many broads
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I got way too many cars
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I had way too much to drink
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I keep goin' in the bank
This sh*t gettin' outta hand

[Verse 2: Future]
I sip way too much damn drank, now this sh*t outta hand
I just came from out the Bentley this sh*t outta hand
This sh*t high demand-o, this sh*t Jimmy Choosy, I talk all fact though
Put my b*tch in Pucci, I got tall racks though
Tote that little Uzi, b*tches talkin' loosely
b*tches 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*gga I'm the man
Got some big body sh*t, 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 sh*t gettin' outta hand
I got way too much to lose
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
Ain't got nothin' else to prove
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I f*ck way too many broads
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I got way too many cars
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I had way too much to drink
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I keep goin' in the bank
This sh*t gettin' outta hand
I sip way too much damn drank, now this sh*t outta hand
I just came from out the Bentley this sh*t outta hand