WTF Goin

(Zaytoven)

Yeah, yeah (my producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro)

Uh, yeah, yeah (fuck)

Uh, yeah, yeah (DJ Spinz ay, what the fuck?)

Yeah, okay

These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and Later

Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gator

True Religion jean, I got Ralph Lauren paper

Hater droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (Boominati, bitch)

This what the fuck goin'

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')

This what the fuck goin' (yeah, DJ Spinz)

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Check this, hol' up)

I got this shit on (on), what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

Some call me Dro (Dro), some say D'Juan (D'Juan)

Bankhead Court (what?), that's where I was born (yeah)

Westside baby (whoo), ring the alarm (bling)

Diamonds in the charm (bling), this supreme ice (yes)

Reach for the chain (baow), see the beam light (bye)

You say you from the city (what?), it don't seem like (no)

Etheridge crew (was hannin?), we got the cream right, huh (yes)

Get the lean right (lean), shawty drinkin' Wock', huh (Wock')

He don't drink the Triss, huh (no), tell that boy, "Stop" (stop)

They know how we rock (we rock), all gold 44 (baow)

Gettin' money like Bowen Homes Carlos (Hoodrich, biatch)

These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and Later (yeah)

Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gator (yeah)

True Religion jean, I got Ralph Lauren paper (yeah)

Hater droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (duh)

This what the fuck goin' (fuck)

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (yeah)

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Check it)

You can catch me in the club throwin' money like a QB (Hoodrich)

Nigga goin' blind like the diamond got UV

Ridin' with the toolie, broads wanna do me (okay)

Debt-fresh Louis (okay), iceberg goofy (okay)

Cartiers on, make a nigga look goofy

Bullhorn shawty, make your main ho a groupie

Church a nigga ass up, hit him with the two-piece (baow)

You know I keep a biscuit, diamonds in our wrists'

Truly, I'm flexed up, tell 'em I got next up

30-inch rims, wait 'til they see the 'Vette truck

Drop-top popular, got all kinda flavor

These niggas sweet, eat 'em now and later

These niggas sweet, eat 'em now and later

Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gator (yeah)

True Religion jean, I got Ralph Lauren paper (yeah)

Hater droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (duh)

This what the fuck goin' (fuck)

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)

This what the fuck goin' (goin')

Ay, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')

Hol' up, what the fuck goin' on?

Yeah, it's, hello, what the fuck goin' on?

Y'all know who this is

The one and motherfuckin' only, Peewee a.k.a. Roscoe

Mr. Take-Your-Bitch, Mr. Astronomical, you understand me?

And I'm here to present some Metro Boomin, Futuristic Summa

Abra-Kadabra, hosted by DJ Spinz

What the fuck goin' on?

Yeah, and you got your old school ready

And you got your motherfuckin' new school ready

'Cause we ain't really smellin' like smoke (my producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro)

This a Futuristic Summa, man (Zaytoven)

Everything new, we got the money

2025, 2026, anything else is uncivilized, you hear me?

I feel like we need to just (Futuristic Slumber)

Ay, listen, bruh, we need to call this portion of the tape The Futuristic Slumber Party (yeah)

'Cause we, 'cause we got them hos ain't sleepin' over, but they can stay for a good amount of time (yessir)