Future & Metro Boomin – WTFYM Lyrics

Album on WE DON’T TRUST YOU

WTFYM Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Pluto
Got these diamonds on my teeth, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah (If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you, let me explain)
It’s so hard gettin’ sleep, yeah (Let me explain)
When you always gettin’ geeked, yeah (Send it up)
Moon rocks on my feet, yeah (Moon)
Got that Draco on the seat, yeah (Boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m from the bottom, you can get your door knocked
Won’t like to talk to cops even in the road block
I put in more work, went and bought a drop top (Got that drop top)
New millennium, yeah
Please don’t penny-pinch, yeah
I made all the films, yeah
I was born a pimp, yeah (Pimp)
I’m goin’ off the end
I’ve been in the gym, yeah
I’ve been liftin’ money, yeah
Metro flippin’ money, yeah
Perky, sippin’ muddy, yeah
I’m supposed to flood it, yeah
I was over-busted, ah
Bust it down and flood it, ah
Everything was studded, ah
We so star-studded, yeah
I got pinky rings, ah (I got)
Got my ring finger, ah (Got my)
Got my fur drippin’, ah (Got my)
Got my nigga sippin’ (My dog)
Diamonds all over me (Dog)
Sauce all over me (Dog)
Drip all over me (Dog)
You can’t roll with me
I got your ho with me (Got your ho)
You can’t roll with me (You can’t roll)
Got your ho with me (Got your ho, for sure)

[Chorus: Future]
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
She just fucked a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
Bustin’ bales down in the bath, what the fuck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the fuck you mean?
My lil’ brother’ll rob you now, what the fuck you mean?
Drinkin’ lean and poppin’ tabs, what the fuck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the fuck you mean? (I’m the one)

[Verse 2: Future]
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with ‘Tro, they dead (Young Metro)
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Run my money up instead like I’m on a tread
Put your doggy on a shirt, don’t even call the meds
When I’m on a Percocet, I might try Qualitest (Try it)
Usually, I be sippin’ purple, I’m on pineapple red
All my family call me, “Pluto,” don’t you never forget (Pluto)
Don’t be fabricatin’ like I ain’t play with the Pyrex
Dropped ten thousand on the ground and still in the rap (Rap)
I’m a boss, I got the crown, I’m still in the trap (Yeah)
Moonwalkin’ with the hammer (Yeah, yeah)
Plugged in with the scammers (Yeah, yeah)
I kill first for Atlanta (Yeah)
The serve first in Atlanta, uh
T-shirts in Atlanta, uh
Thirty-five, you can have ’em (Yeah)
Raw coke, you can’t have it (Can’t)
Gotta rerock, lil’ daddy

[Chorus: Future]
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
She just fucked a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
Bustin’ bales down in the bath, what the fuck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the fuck you mean?
My lil’ brother’ll rob you now, what the fuck you mean?
Drinkin’ lean and poppin’ tabs, what the fuck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the fuck you mean? (I’m the one)

[Verse 3: Future]
The AP goldy with the fish tank face
Off the record, I got my young nigga straight (He good)
Straight promethazine (We good)
Straight hydrocodeine (We good)
Pinky ring clean (Uh)
Straight up Billie Jean
Shoutout Screwed Up Clique
My OGs can’t forget (Can’t)
Cuban links on my bitch
Cuban links on my bitch
Hibernatin’ with your bitch
Ridin’ ’round with the stick
Searching ’round for a lick
A half a brick, that’s a split
No, Metro ain’t gon’ switch
He switchin’ your bitch
With another yellow bad bitch
They ain’t havin’ money like this
They ain’t havin’ cash like this
You got a Rollie, but it ain’t this
You got an Audemars, it ain’t this
Bought a foreign car for my bitch (Skrrt)
Got the yacht, I’m with the shits
Got the trap spot with the bricks (Trap)
G taught me how to fry fish (G)
White girl, give her Bill Clint’
I’m Hank Aaron up to bat (Yeah)
I’m throwin’ slugs for these racks (Yeah)
This chopper toured Iraq (Yeah)
I went up to Jupiter, flashin’ (Yeah)
I make it look good when I’m tackin’ (Yeah)
My chain and my rosy are presents (Yeah)
I’m havin’ my way with some peasants (Yeah)
I told my jeweler, “Baguette it”

[Chorus: Future]
Got my bitch a lil’ codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
She just fucked a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
Bustin’ bales down in the bath, what the fuck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the fuck you mean?
My lil’ brother’ll rob you now, what the fuck you mean?
Drinkin’ lean and poppin’ tabs, what the fuck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the fuck you mean?

[Outro: Future]
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with ‘Tro, they dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared