Mango Foo - WTF Wrong lyrics
rate me(Hook)
What the fuck wrong wit the nigga
Lookin' at me like he know I’m next
Actin' like he been out in the field wit a nigga
Lookin' at me real funny like I owe a nigga
Since ya lookin' I'mma give ya sumethin' to look at
Catch a heart attack, a hunnid racks in my MCM bookbag
I’m QC but think I signed wit double MG cuz all these Maybachs
Abandoned houses wit the boards on the windows where I trap at
(Verse: Domingo)
I got it on my own, I don’t owe nobody shit
Errybody kick them doors, we all hit them licks
Robbed the plug fo' the pounds, it was just me and Vic
Couple months later in the county, fuck nigga snitched
Rest in peace my nigga Pistol, I'mma take off like a missile
On the northside wit a pistol, ya can come get yo issue
Postin' Instagram pictures, nigga swear to god I’ll hit ya
Clip wit extensions, thirty round clips, no witness
Made it to the top, ya a witness
Pour a six in the two liter, gotta say it’s killer fo' my kidneys
Nigga tell me what I owe, I was there when Migo gang started on the North
I remember when I was really kickin' down them doors
And when we had beef I was pullin' up to shows
And when I got locked up stayed ten toes
Damn, a nigga Willie Mac sent down the road
Real nigga Coby, swear to God neva fold
Yes I did 5, time to come home
Julius Caesar, I’m movin' back to Rome
I’mma part wit the tools, nigga one to the dome
In yo trap spot, leave yo block hot
Reppin' real gangster but I know you’re really not
In the bando nigga, wit my wrist in the pot
Brilliants on my watch, yeah my wrist's what's not
John Wall nigga, I’m a fool wit the rock
LeBron James nigga, know I gotta keep the blocks
Hell nah, fuck nigga, ya don’t know me
Scratchin' up ten, chasing all betta rob it
Twenty four pounds on the block, no Kobe
Got sum' pounds ovaseas, ya pass em like Ginobli
Hit her first night, now she actin' like she know me
Neva eva cuff her, I just pass her to my homie
Came a long way from the bread and baloney
Smile on my face but I know it’s really phony
So I keep a Mac to yo extra cheese, macaroni
Got a 9 on my waist, like a Cowboy, no Tony
Makin' plays in the trap like yo nigga playin' Sony
Narcotic buffet, I should open up Bashoneys
All these blue hundreds in my money book bag
Come here nigga, give ya som’n to look at
No Ross but I pull up Maybach
I’m a young rich nigga, YRN, hash tag
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Mango Foo)
Ice so cold, catch a heart attack
Racks stayin' in my pocket like quarterbacks
Pussy nigga betta get back
Put a scrap to the back of yo hat, like a muthafucka started here
Chopper gone stretch a nigga out like a jumpin' Jack
Leave him on the side of the buildin' wit the alley cats
In the bando, got pounds like a hash tag
Know my gang, and I bang, I don’t need a flag (Migo Gang, squad)
Pickin' niggas off wit the rifle, Mango a sniper
Bullets comin' fast like a viper, niggas standin' round like a cipher
Errybody lookin' at me cuz I’m an idol
I’m married to the money, I didn’t need no recital
I promise to neva go broke, put that on the Bible
If a nigga want a problem, I'mma pull up wit the dirty rifle
And a clip longer than the fucking Eifel tower
I'mma have it rainin' bullets, errybody take a shower
Money brain power, I don’t give a fuck leave a nigga in the dirt
Wit a stone on his head wit a name carved in it wit a muthafuckin' flower
Still got 2 twin choppers like the towers
Ridin' wit the pocket rocket, no Dwight Howard
Still got long clips, I’m shootin' fo' an hour
Thinkin' she is sweet, I’ll leaver her smellin' sour
Feelin' like Rick Ross, I pull up in the Maybach
AR like lights off, ya know I'mma spray that
Money on yo head like a muthafuckin' A hat
Ya talking like the radio, nigga we don’t play that
MCM bag full of hundreds, trappin' and cappin' I’m on a staul like Benihanas
Stay wit 'em bands, these nigga thinkin' I’m a drummer
Heavy artillery, niggas thinkin' I’m Osama
Leave ya wit injuries once I hit ya wit the thunda
My plug is in Italy gettin' babies by the bundles
Usain Bolt, I turn a nigga to a runner
When I was jumpin' the fence, I neva eva did stumble
We be stompin' niggas out like a frat
Stomp 'em on the beat, crazy wit the act
Neva been a rat but I stayed in the trap
All my niggas kicking do' fo' the sack
Pull up in the trenches, don’t fuck wit the nats
Niggas wanna kick it like karate Max
Toe tag, put em in the body bag
Trappin' & dabbin', nigga fuck swag
The bando got babies like the Rugrats
Call of Duty wit my niggas in the field
And errybody shot, head shot, shoot to kill
These niggas rap about it, but we do the shit for real
Pourin' up a whole four out the double seal
(Hook)