Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WTF Wrong , by - Migos. Song from the album Back to the Bando, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.08.2017
Record label: Checkmate
Song language: English
WTF Wrong |
| Fuck going on over there man? |
| Man I don’t know, we need to see what’s up with his ass |
| What the fuck that nigga keep looking at? |
| Ay fuck nigga |
| Squad |
| Migo |
| Gang |
| What the fuck wrong with this nigga |
| Looking at me like he know a nigga |
| Acting like he been out in the field with a nigga |
| Looking at me real funny like I owe a nigga |
| Since you looking I’ma give you something to look at |
| It’s a heart attack, 100 racks in my MCM bookbag |
| I’m QC but think I signed with double-M-G cause all these Maybachs |
| Abandoned houses with the boards on the windows where I trap at |
| I got it on my own, I don’t owe nobody shit |
| Everybody kick them doors, we all hit them licks |
| Robbed the plug for the pounds, it was just me and Vic |
| Couple months later in the county, fuck nigga snitched |
| Rest in peace my nigga Pistol, Imma take off like a missile |
| On the northside with the pistol, you can come get your issue |
| Posting Instagram pictures, nigga swear to god I’ll hit ya |
| Pull up with extensions, 30 round clips, no witness |
| Made it to the top, you a witness |
| Pour a 6 in the two liter, got to say it’s killer for my kidneys |
| Nigga tell me what I owe, with Migo gang, started on the North |
| I remember when I was really kicking down them doors |
| And when we had beef I was pulling up to shows |
| And when I got locked up stayed ten toes |
| Real nigga Willie Mac sent down the road |
| My nigga Mac I swear to god he never fold |
| Yes I did 5, time to come home |
| Julius Caesar, I’m moving back to Rome |
| I’m on go with the tools, nigga one to the dome |
| In your trap spot, leave your block hot |
| Repping real gangster but I know you’re really not |
| I’m in the bando nigga, with my wrist in the pot |
| Boogers on my watch, yeah my wrist full of snot |
| John Wall nigga, I’m a fool with the rock |
| LeBron James nigga, know I got to keep the blocks |
| Hell naw fuck nigga, you don’t know me |
| Since I was 19, chasing all the better Rollies |
| 24 pounds on the block, no Kobe |
| Got some pounds overseas, you pass em like Ginobli |
| Hit her first night, now she acting like she know me |
| Never ever 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 your extra cheese, macaroni |
| Got a 9 on my waist, like a Cowboy, no Tony |
| Making plays in the trap like your nigga playing Sony |
| Narcotic buffet, I should open up Shoney’s |
| All these blue hundreds in my money book bag |
| Come here nigga, give you som’n to look at |
| No Ross but I pull up Maybach |
| I’m a young rich nigga, YRN, hashtag |
| What the fuck wrong with this nigga |
| Looking at me like he know a nigga |
| Acting like he been out in the field with a nigga |
| Looking at me real funny like I owe a nigga |
| Since you looking I’ma give you something to look at |
| It’s a heart attack, 100 racks in my MCM bookbag |
| I’m QC but think I signed with double-M-G cause all these Maybachs |
| Abandoned houses with the boards on the windows where I trap at |
| Ice so cold, catch a heart attack |
| Racks staying in my pocket like quarterbacks |
| Pussy nigga better get back |
| Put a strap to the back of your hat, like a motherfucker started here |
| Chopper gone stretch a nigga out like a jumping Jack |
| Leave him on the side of the building with the alley cats |
| In the bando, got pounds like a hashtag |
| Migo my gang, and I bang, I don’t need a flag (Migo Gang, squad) |
| Picking niggas off with the rifle, Mango a sniper |
| Bullets coming fast like a viper, niggas standing round like a cypher |
| Everybody looking at me cause I’m an idol |
| I’m married to the money, I didn’t need no recital |
| I promise to never go broke, put that on the bible |
| If a nigga want a problem, Imma pull up with the dirty rifle |
| And a clip longer than the fucking Eifel tower |
| Imma have it raining bullets, everybody take a shower |
| Money bring power, I don’t give a fuck have a nigga in the dirt |
| With a stone on his head with a name carved in it |
| With the motherfucking flowers |
| Still got two twin choppers like the towers |
| Riding with the pocket rocket, no Dwight Howard |
| Still got long clips, I’m shooting for an hour |
| Man you thinking she is sweet, I’ll leaver her smelling sour |
| Feeling like Rick Ross, I pull up in the Maybach |
| AR like Lysol, you know Imma spray that |
| Money on your head like a motherfucking a hat |
| You talking like the radio, nigga we don’t play that |
| MCM bag full of hundreds, trapping and capping |
| I’m on the stove like Benihanas |
| Stay with them bands, these nigga thinking I’m a drummer |
| Heavy artillery, niggas thinking I’m Osama |
| Leave you with injuries once I hit you with the thunder |
| My plug is in Italy getting babies by the bundles |
| Usain Bolt, I turn a nigga to a runner |
| When I was jumping the fence, I never ever did stumble |
| We be stomping niggas out like a frat |
| the beat, crazy with the act |
| Never been a rat but I stayed in the trap |
| All my niggas kicking door for the sack |
| Pull up in the trenches don’t fuck with the nats |
| Niggas want to kick it like karate Max |
| Toe tag, put em in the body bag |
| Trapping and dabbing, nigga fuck swag |
| The bando got babies like the Rugrats |
| Call of Duty with my niggas in the field |
| And everybody shot, head shot, shoot to kill |
| These niggas rap about it, but we do the shit for real |
| Pouring up a whole four out the double seal |
| What the fuck wrong with this nigga |
| Looking at me like he know a nigga |
| Acting like he been out in the field with a nigga |
| Looking at me real funny like I owe a nigga |
| Since you looking I’ma give you something to look at |
| It’s a heart attack, 100 racks in my MCM bookbag |
| I’m QC but think I signed with double-M-G cause all these Maybachs |
| Abandoned houses with the boards on the windows where I trap at |