Whole Thang Songtext
von UnoTheActivist feat. Playboi Carti
Whole Thang Songtext
I got too many ho′s callin me, you know I'm sayin?
Real street shit man
I don′t even fuck with niggas, you know, on some street shit, you feel me?
I can't trust these niggas
(808 Mafia)
Uno
Cash
You already know nigga
Money bags nigga, yeah, yeah (Ay turn me up in here)
Money bags nigga, uh, uh, what?
No we cannot hang if you a stain (What?)
What you want, the re-rock, or you want the whole thang? (The whole thang)
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang, he charge me a whole thang (My whole thang)
Said she want a bag and she want my whole name (My whole name)
Nah, they can′t contain, all my niggas throwin′ sets up (Throwin' sets up)
I ain′t with the flex, all my niggas holdin' TEC′s up (Holdin' TEC′s up)
No, we don't let up, pussy don't get wet up (Don′t get wet up)
Fuckin′ on your momma like nigga don't get wet, don′t get set up (Don't get set up)
Fuck nigga know what′s good, ay
Fuck nigga know what's good (Yah)
Don′t be runnin' up in my hood, if none of y'all face card good (Yah, yah)
As a young boy on gas, boy ya′ll blowin′ Backwoods
All of my niggas grown boy, all of them tote semi-automatic too
I whip that white, that Kurt Cobain, uh, I can't feel my face
A designer belt my waist, uh, bitch pick up your face, uh
Bitch come give me faith, uh, diamonds prancin′ on me
All my diamonds dimmed the place
Told that bitch to give me face, yeah
Pull up in my Bentley Coupe, cause I needed more space, ooh
Fucked her in my Bentley Coupe, and came all on her face, uh
Xan my lemonade, now feel like I'm in space (Feel like I′m in space)
Yeah, I feel like I'm in space (808 Mafia)
My Tommy Hilfiger′s, ay
Burberry my linen, hey
Got these bitches switchin' on they nigga for this nigga, ay (For this nigga)
They hate for no reason, Ruger leave a nigga breathless (Ehh)
Bitch I carry shells by the box like some Adidas, uh
Say you know this nigga (Know this nigga)
I don't know this nigga (I don′t know this nigga)
I pull up on this nigga, get to bussin′ on this nigga (Pop pop pop pop pop bah!)
Said I'm up, up on this nigga (Up, up, up on this nigga)
Ay, tough love for my nigga, ay (Tough love for my nigga)
Boof pack burn my finger, damn and that′s my trigger finger, ay (808 Mafia)
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want, the re-rock, or you want the whole thang?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang, he charge me a whole thang
Said she want a bag and she want my whole name
Nah, they can′t contain, all my niggas throwin' sets up
I ain′t with the flex, all my niggas holdin' TEC's up
No, we don′t let up, pussy don′t get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like nigga don′t get wet, don't be set up (808 Mafia)
Real street shit man
I don′t even fuck with niggas, you know, on some street shit, you feel me?
I can't trust these niggas
(808 Mafia)
Uno
Cash
You already know nigga
Money bags nigga, yeah, yeah (Ay turn me up in here)
Money bags nigga, uh, uh, what?
No we cannot hang if you a stain (What?)
What you want, the re-rock, or you want the whole thang? (The whole thang)
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang, he charge me a whole thang (My whole thang)
Said she want a bag and she want my whole name (My whole name)
Nah, they can′t contain, all my niggas throwin′ sets up (Throwin' sets up)
I ain′t with the flex, all my niggas holdin' TEC′s up (Holdin' TEC′s up)
No, we don't let up, pussy don't get wet up (Don′t get wet up)
Fuckin′ on your momma like nigga don't get wet, don′t get set up (Don't get set up)
Fuck nigga know what′s good, ay
Fuck nigga know what's good (Yah)
Don′t be runnin' up in my hood, if none of y'all face card good (Yah, yah)
As a young boy on gas, boy ya′ll blowin′ Backwoods
All of my niggas grown boy, all of them tote semi-automatic too
I whip that white, that Kurt Cobain, uh, I can't feel my face
A designer belt my waist, uh, bitch pick up your face, uh
Bitch come give me faith, uh, diamonds prancin′ on me
All my diamonds dimmed the place
Told that bitch to give me face, yeah
Pull up in my Bentley Coupe, cause I needed more space, ooh
Fucked her in my Bentley Coupe, and came all on her face, uh
Xan my lemonade, now feel like I'm in space (Feel like I′m in space)
Yeah, I feel like I'm in space (808 Mafia)
My Tommy Hilfiger′s, ay
Burberry my linen, hey
Got these bitches switchin' on they nigga for this nigga, ay (For this nigga)
They hate for no reason, Ruger leave a nigga breathless (Ehh)
Bitch I carry shells by the box like some Adidas, uh
Say you know this nigga (Know this nigga)
I don't know this nigga (I don′t know this nigga)
I pull up on this nigga, get to bussin′ on this nigga (Pop pop pop pop pop bah!)
Said I'm up, up on this nigga (Up, up, up on this nigga)
Ay, tough love for my nigga, ay (Tough love for my nigga)
Boof pack burn my finger, damn and that′s my trigger finger, ay (808 Mafia)
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want, the re-rock, or you want the whole thang?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang, he charge me a whole thang
Said she want a bag and she want my whole name
Nah, they can′t contain, all my niggas throwin' sets up
I ain′t with the flex, all my niggas holdin' TEC's up
No, we don′t let up, pussy don′t get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like nigga don′t get wet, don't be set up (808 Mafia)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Troy Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
