DJ Durel - WTF Wrong lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff & Domingo] f** going on over there man? Man I don't know, we need to see what's up with his a** What the f** that n***a looking at? Ay f** n***a Squad Migo Gang [Hook: Takeoff] What the f** wrong with this n***a Looking at me like he know a n***a Acting like he been out in the field with a n***a Looking at me real funny like I owe a n***a 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 [Verse 1: Domingo] I got it on my own, I don't owe nobody sh** 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, f** n***a snitched Rest in peace my n***a Pistol, Imma take off like a missile On the northside with the pistol, you can come get your issue Posting Instagram pictures, n***a 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 k**er for my kidneys n***a 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 n***a Willie Mac sent down the road My n***a 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, n***a 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 n***a, with my wrist in the pot Boogers on my watch, yeah my wrist full of snot John Wall n***a, I'm a fool with the rock LeBron James n***a, know I got to keep the blocks Hell naw f** n***a, 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 pa** em like Ginobli Hit her first night, now she acting like she know me Never ever cuff her, I just pa** 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 n***a playing Sony Narcotic buffet, I should open up Shoney's All these blue hundreds in my money book bag Come here n***a, give you som'n to look at No Ross but I pull up Maybach I'm a young rich n***a, YRN, hashtag [Hook: Takeoff] What the f** wrong with this n***a Looking at me like he know a n***a Acting like he been out in the field with a n***a Looking at me real funny like I owe a n***a 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 [Verse 2: Mango Foo] Ice so cold, catch a heart attack Racks staying in my pocket like quarterbacks p**y n***a better get back Put a strap to the back of your hat, like a motherf**er started here Chopper gone stretch a n***a 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 n***as off with the rifle, Mango a sniper Bullets coming fast like a viper, n***as 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 n***a want a problem, Imma pull up with the dirty rifle And a clip longer than the f**ing Eifel tower Imma have it raining bullets, everybody take a shower Money bring power, I don't give a f** have a n***a in the dirt With a stone on his head with a name carved in it With the motherf**ing 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 motherf**ing a hat You talking like the radio, n***a 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 n***a thinking I'm a drummer Heavy artillery, n***as 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 n***a to a runner When I was jumping the fence, I never ever did stumble We be stomping n***as out like a frat [?] the beat, crazy with the act Never been a rat but I stayed in the trap All my n***as kicking door for the sack Pull up in the trenches don't f** with the nats n***as want to kick it like karate Max Toe tag, put em in the body bag Trapping and dabbing, n***a f** swag The bando got babies like the Rugrats Call of Duty with my n***as in the field And everybody shot, head shot, shoot to k** These n***as rap about it, but we do the sh** for real Pouring up a whole four out the double seal [Hook: Takeoff] What the f** wrong with this n***a Looking at me like he know a n***a Acting like he been out in the field with a n***a Looking at me real funny like I owe a n***a 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