WTF Goin lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah
(My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro)
Yeah, yeah (f*ck)
Uh, yeah, yeah
(DJ Spinz)
Ayy, what the f*ck?
Yeah, okay

[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These n*ggas sweet, eat 'em like Now & Laters
Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gators
Tru Religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper
Hater, drop us off, man, they only add flavor (Boominati, b*tch)

[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)
Ayy, what the f*ck goin'? (Check this, hold up)
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I got this sh*t 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)
Westside 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)
Etheridge 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 n*ggas sweet, eat 'em like Now & Laters (Yeah)
Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gators (Yeah)
Tru 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' (f*ck)
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)
Ayy, what the f*ck goin'? (Check it)
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
You can catch me in the club throwin' money like a QB (Hoodrich)
n*ggas goin' blind like the diamonds got UV
Ridin' with the toolie, broads wanna do me (Okay)
Debt-fresh Louis (Okay), iceberg goofy (Okay)
Cartiers on, make a n*gga look goofy
Bull horn shawty, make your main ho a groupie
Church a n*gga ass up, hit him with the two-piece (Baow)
You know I keep a biscuit, diamonds in our wrists's
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 n*ggas sweet, eat 'em now and later

[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These n*ggas sweet, eat 'em now and later
Catch me rockin' Lenox 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' (f*ck)
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 motherf*ckin' only, Peewee a.k.a. Roscoe
Mr. Take-Your-b*tch, 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
And you got your motherf*ckin' 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'
– 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