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Don Toliver — Can’t Stop Lyrics ft. Future [from Jackboys 2]

July 13, 202514

Title: CANT STOP
Artists: Don Toliver & Future
Album: Jackboys 2

CANT STOP Lyrics by Don Toliver & Future

Yeah, yeah

I just dropped my top, yeah
I can’t stop (Can’t 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
Ever since I came in, I just put my top down
Okay, gettin’ jaded, but I can’t feel my face now
Opp ridin’ in Lamb’ (Yeah), in the suicide, I can’t see ’em
I’ll be fine, baby, I don’t need you
No love, baby, you feel it too, yeah

All in it (Ooh), all in it (Ooh)
I’m just for the two-sippin’ (Ooh)
I can’t drown in it (Ooh)
All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)
I’m just for the two-sippin’ (Ooh)
I can’t drown in it (Ooh)

Drankin’ on codeine and went to the top (Oh yeah)
Bustdown is my watch and I can’t see the clock (Oh yeah)
Pull up in foreigns and droppin’ the top (Oh, yeah)
Turn up my savages, that’s word to Allah
Turn up my shooters, it ain’t no more robbin’ (Oh yeah)
Lil bitty Pluto, niggas ain’t no problem (Oh yeah)
She wanted the Puda, cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)
Fresh in the photo, but they need a stylist

I’m Wallie the Sensei
Took his bitch on the weekend, get her back to him Wednesday
And I got a problem with spending too much money, that’s what my friends say, yeah (Freebandz)
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’

Drankin’ on codeine and went to the top (I drop my top)
Bustdown is my watch and I can’t see the clock (Oh yeah)
Pull up in foreigns and droppin’ the top (Oh yeah)
Turn up my savages, that’s word to Allah
Turn up my shooters, it ain’t no more robbin’ (Oh yeah)
Lil’ bitty Pluto, niggas ain’t no problem (Oh yeah)
She wanted the Puda, cost me twenty thousand (Oh yeah)
Fresh in the photo, but they need a stylist

All in it (Ooh), all in it (Ooh)
I’m just for the two-sippin’ (Ooh)
I can’t drown in it (Ooh)
All in (Ooh), all in (Ooh)
I’m just for the two-sippin’ (Ooh)
I can’t drown in it (Ooh)