WTF Goin Lyrics – Metro Boomin

[Intro: Young Dro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah
My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro (Yeah, yeah)
Fu*k (Uh, yeah, yeah)
(DJ Spinz) What the fu*k?
Yeah, okay

[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These n!ggas sweet, eat ’em like Now & Laters
Catch me rocking, leaning with the Crocs and the gators
True 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 fu*k going
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (Going)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (Going)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (Going)
This what the fu*k going (Yeah, DJ Spinz, check me, hol’ up)

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I got this s*it on (On), what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
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 happening?), we got the cream right, huh (Yes)
Get the lean right (Lean), shawty drinking 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)
Getting money like Bowen Homes Carlos

[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These n!ggas sweet, eat ’em like Now & Laters, yeah
Catch me rocking, leaning 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 fu*k going (Fu*k)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Yeah, check this out)

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Catch me in the club, throwing money like a QB (Hood rich)
N!gga going blind like diamond got UV
Riding 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 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 n!ggas sweet, eat ’em now and later

[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These n!ggas sweet, eat ’em now and later
Catch me rocking, leaning 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 fu*k going (Fu*k)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (What the fu*k?)
This what the fu*k going (Going)
Ayy, what the fu*k going? (Going)

[Outro: Peewee Roscoe]
Hold up, what the fu*k going on?
Yeah it’s, hello, what the fu*k going on?
Y’all know who this is
The one and motherfu*king only, Peewee AKA 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 fu*k going on?
Yeah and you got your old school ready
Yeah and you got your motherfu*king new school ready
‘Cause we ain’t really smelling 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 sleeping over
But they can stay for a good amount of time (Yes, sir)