Don Toliver’s flooring it into the new year with OCTANE, his fifth studio inferno dropping [January 10] via Cactus Jack/Atlantic Record, and Bleed Out Music ft. SahBabii is that reckless passenger seat vibe—half-throttle lust, half-brake-screech regret, where the high hits harder than the crash.
Bugz Ronin’s production turns this into a slinky trap fever: wavy synths slithering under Don’s auto-tuned purr and Sah’s playful jabs, blending melodic menace with those sticky refrains that glue to your dashboard. It’s Houston trap evolved—less psychedelic sprawl than Love Sick, more intimate edge, like a late-night drive where the aux cord’s tangled in bad decisions. Thematically, it’s chaotic codependency: barking orders at bae while dodging the law, robbing banks of sanity, and that nagging “don’t tell me you love me” wall—raw as a jaw workout, sweet as scrambled eggs for the squad. Sah slides in with that Atlanta quirk, flipping ratchet romance into family blueprints, proving the duo’s chemistry still sparks like a faulty lighter.
OCTANE itself? It’s Toliver’s high-octane therapy session, a 14-track burnout on fame’s fumes—think opener “Cavity” drilling into the voids, bangers like “FWU” and “Served Up” ft. Skilla Baby keeping the pedal down, plus leaks-turned-gems like “Call Back” and “LV Bag” that’ve had fans splicing snippets on TikTok. No grand narrative, just vignettes of velocity: from “Tiramisu” sweet-talk to “Poker Face” bluffs, clocking 45 minutes of Cactus Jack polish with cameos that scream squad depth. Recorded in piecemeal Houston haze post his ’24 tour wave, it’s Don ditching the guest-star crutch for a tighter wheel, teasing the era with Insta reels of redlined rides.
He’s cruising at career apex, 31 and untethered after Hardstone Psycho’s platinum skid and that surprise Travis Scott link-up packing festivals from Rolling Loud to Wireless. The SoundCloud kid who flipped “No Idea” into a billion streams is trading viral velocity for vulnerable velocity now—less about the drop, more the drift, with SahBabii’s wavy assist nodding to those early ATL-Hou connections that keep the wave alive.
Dive into the Bleed Out Music lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other OCTANE tracks for more of Don Toliver’s high-octane trap confessions.
| Lead Vocals | Don Toliver & SahBabii |
| Songwriter | SahBabii, Don Toliver & Bugz Ronin |
| Music Producer | Bugz Ronin |
| Label | Cactus Jack / Atlantic Record |
| Release Date | 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Cactus Jack / Atlantic Record |
Lyrics of Bleed Out Music by Don Toliver
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Yeah
This Shit’ll Get Raw, Don’t Fuck With The Law, I Call My Lil Bae When I’m Lit
Don’t Care Bout The Cops, I’m Fucking Her Jaw, I’m Fucking Ittt (Uh, Uh)
See I Need It All, We’ll Go To The Mall, Just Call Up Yo Boss Oh Yeah
Don’t Tell Me You Love, Don’t Tell Me You Love, Don’t Tell Me You Love Me (Yeah)
I’m Still At The Top, I Feel Like A Dog, I’m Barking Shit
She Fuckin It Up, Suckin It Up, Bobbin’ This Shit
Whenever I Leave The Bank It Look Like A Robbed It
I Think I Drive You Crazy
I Think I Lost My Patience
I Think I Wanna Take A Ride
I Think You Could Be My Bae (My Baby, My Baby, Oh Yeah Yeah) [Verse 2: SahBabii]
I Think You Could Be My Lil Baby, 200’ll Make Her Go Crazy
She Rachet, Lil Baby I’m [?], I’m Squid I’ll Giver Her The Ink
Lifestyle, She Love It, She Spoiled
I Might Give Her A Son And A Daughter
Ima Scramble Them Eggs No Boil
Shawty Leavin’ She Don’t Know The Word “Bored”
She Don’t Know The Word “Bored”, [?] With A Muhfuckin Horse
You Know I Ain’t Trim, All At Stores, She Show Me, I Tell Her, “Of Course”
Got Guns I’ll Bust Out The Plastic
Bank Account Got A Whole Damn Court
We Ain’t Doing No Rap Cappin
Shawty Flex I Can Show You The Sauce
She Eat Up The Meat, Get That Hoe Red I Call That Hoe “Bowl Head”
Got A Lot On My Mind, Talkin Like Literally, Not On My Forehead
Cut The Top Off The Coupe, Went Painted It Red, This Shit Get Gorey
All That Mexican Mafia, [?] [Chorus: Don Toliver]
This Shit’ll Get Raw, Don’t Fuck With The Law, I Call My Lil Bae When I’m Lit
Don’t Care Bout The Cops, I’m Fucking Her Jaw, I’m Fucking Ittt (Uh, Uh)
See I Need It All, We’ll Go To The Mall, Just Call Up Yo Boss Oh Yeah
Don’t Tell Me You Love, Don’t Tell Me You Love, Don’t Tell Me You Love Me [Refrain: Don Toliver]
I Think I Drive You Crazy
I Think I Lost My Patience
I Think I Wanna Take A Ride
I Think You Could Be My Bae
[Outro: Don Toliver]
It’s The Relationship That Keeps Me Coming Back, Oh
I’m Sitting Here By Myself Wonder When You Coming Back Home
I Think I Drive You Crazy
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