[Intro: Young Dro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah
(My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro)
Yeah, yeah (Fuck)
Uh, yeah, yeah
(DJ Spinz)
Ayy, what the fuck?
Yeah, okay
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and Laters
Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gators
Tru Religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper
Haters droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (Boominati, bitch)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the fuck goin'
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')
This what the fuck goin' (Yeah DJ Spinz)
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Check this, hold up)
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
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 (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," huh (Stop)
They know how we rock, huh (We rock), all gold four-four (Baow)
Gettin' money like Bowen Homes Carlos
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and Laters (Yeah)
Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gators (Yeah)
Tru Religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper (Yeah)
Haters droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (Duh)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the fuck goin' (Fuck)
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Yeah)
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Check it)
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
You can catch me in the club throwin' money like a QB (Hoodrich)
Niggas 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 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 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 niggas sweet, eat 'em now and later
[Pre-Chorus: Young Dro]
These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and Laters (Yeah)
Catch me rockin' Lenox with the Crocs and the gators (Yeah)
Tru Religion jeans, I got Ralph Lauren paper (Yeah)
Haters droppin' salt, man, they only add flavor (Duh)
[Chorus: Young Dro]
This what the fuck goin' (Fuck)
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (What the fuck?)
This what the fuck goin' (Goin')
Ayy, what the fuck goin'? (Goin')
[Outro: Peewee Roscoe]
Hold 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'
– 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
