WTF Goin
 作词 : Leland Wayne/Xavier Dotson/Young Dro
 作曲 : Leland Wayne/Xavier Dotson/Young Dro
 (Zaytoven)
 Yeah, yeah
 My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro (Yeah, yeah)
 **** (Uh, yeah, yeah)
 (DJ Spinz) What the ****?
 Yeah, okay

 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 (Boomin-ass bitch)

 This what the **** goin'
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (Goin')
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (Goin')
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (Goin')
 This what the **** goin' (Yeah, DJ Spinz, check me, hol' up)

 I got this shit on (On), what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 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 [?]

 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)

 This what the **** goin' (****)
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Yeah, check this out)

 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

 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)

 This what the **** goin' (****)
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (What the ****?)
 This what the **** goin' (Goin')
 Ayy, what the **** goin'? (Goin')

 Hold up, what the **** goin' on?
 Yeah it's, hello, what the **** goin' on?
 Y'all know who this is
 The one and mother****in' only, PeeWeeAKARoscoe
 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 **** goin' on?
 Yeah, and you got your old school ready
 Yeah, and you got your mother****in' new school ready
 'Cause we ain't really smellin' like smoke
 (My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro)