Текст песни WTF Wrong (Migos) с переводом

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