Metro Boomin Wtf Goin (feat. Young Dro)
[Intro: Young Dro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah
My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck (Uh, yeah, yeah)
(DJ Spinz) What the f..ck?
Yeah, okay
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now & Laters
Catch me rockin', leanin' with the Crocs and the gators
True religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper
Hater, drop us off, man, they only add flavor (Boominati bitch)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the f..ck goin'
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (Goin')
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (Goin')
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (Goin')
This what the f..ck goin' (Yeah, DJ Spinz, check me, hol' up)
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I got this shit on (On), what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
Some call me Dro (Dro), some say D'Juan (D'Juan)
Bankhead court (What?), that's where I was born (Yeah)
West side baby (Woo), 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)
[?] your crew (What's happenin'?), 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 four-four (Baow)
Gettin' money like Bowen Homes Carlos
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now & Laters (Yeah)
Catch me rockin', leanin' with the Crocs and the gators (Yeah)
True religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper (Yeah)
Hater, drop us off, man, they only add flavor (Duh)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the f..ck goin' (Fuck)
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Yeah, check this out)
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Catch me in the club, throwin' money like a QB (Hood rich)
Nigga goin' blind like 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
Bull horn 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 my wrists is
Truly, I'm flexed up, tell 'em I got next up
Thirty-inch rims, wait 'til they see the 'Vette truck
Drop-top popular, got all kind of flavor
These niggas sweet, eat 'em now and later
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em now and later
Catch me rockin', leanin' with the Crocs and the gators (Yeah)
True religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper (Yeah)
Hater, drop us off, man, they only add flavor (Duh)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the f..ck goin' (Fuck)
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (What the f..ck?)
This what the f..ck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the f..ck goin'? (Goin')
[Outro: Peewee Roscoe]
Hold up, what the f..ck goin' on?
Yeah it's, hello, what the f..ck goin' on?
Y'all know who this is
The one and motherfuckin' only, Peewee AKA 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 f..ck goin' on?
Yeah, and you got your old school ready
Yeah, 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
Everything new, we got the money
2025, 2026, anything else is uncivilized, you hear me?
I feel like we need to jig
'Futuristic Slumber'
Ayy, listen, bruh
We need to call this portion of the tape
'The Futuristic Slumber Party'
'Cause we, 'cause we got them hoes ain't sleepin' over
But they can stay for a good amount of time (Yes, sir)
