(Zaytoven) Yeah, yeah My producer did the beat, shoutout to Metro (yeah, yeah) Fuck (uh, yeah, yeah) (DJ Spinz) what the fuck? Yeah, okay These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and 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) 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, check me, hol' up) 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) 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 These niggas sweet, eat 'em like Now and 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 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, 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 till 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 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') 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 AKA Roscoe Mister Take-Your-Bitch: Mister 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 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)