Mango Foo - WTF Wrong lyrics

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(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)