Playboi Carti, UnoTheActivist - Whole Thang lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti, UnoTheActivist - Whole Thang lyrics]
This shit 'bout to be ah, this shit… hello?
I got too many hoes callin' me
You know I'm sayin'? Real street shit, man
I don't even fuck with niggas if
You ain't on some street shit
You feel me? I can't trust these niggas
808 Mafia uno
Cash, ha, you already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, turn me up in the headphones)
Money bags, nigga, uh, uh, what?
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want
The re-rock or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
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' TECs up
No, we don't let up pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like
Nigga don't get wet, don't be set up
Fuck nigga know what's good, ayy
Fuck nigga know what's good
Don't be runnin' up in my hood if
None of y'all face card good
Nine boy on gas
Boy, y'all blowin' Backwoods
All of my niggas grown boy
All of them tote semi-automatic too
I whip that white, that Kurt Cobain
I can't feel my face
A designer belt my waist
Bitch, pick up your face
Bitch, come give me face
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
Fucked her in my Bentley coupe and
Came all on her face xan' my lemonade
Now feel like I'm in space
Yeah, I feel like I'm in space
My Tommy Hilfigers burberry my linen
Got these bitches switchin' on they
Nigga for this nigga
They hate for no reason
Ruger leave a nigga breathless
Bitch, I carry shells by the
Box like some Adidas say you know this nigga
I don't know this nigga
I pull up on this nigga
Get to bustin' on this nigga
Said I'm up, up on this nigga, ayy
Tough love for my nigga, ayy
Boof pack burn my finger, damn
And that's my trigger finger
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want, the re-rock
Or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
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' TECs up
No, we don't let up, pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like
Nigga don't get wet, don't be set up
I got too many hoes callin' me
You know I'm sayin'? Real street shit, man
I don't even fuck with niggas if
You ain't on some street shit
You feel me? I can't trust these niggas
808 Mafia uno
Cash, ha, you already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, turn me up in the headphones)
Money bags, nigga, uh, uh, what?
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want
The re-rock or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
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' TECs up
No, we don't let up pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like
Nigga don't get wet, don't be set up
Fuck nigga know what's good, ayy
Fuck nigga know what's good
Don't be runnin' up in my hood if
None of y'all face card good
Nine boy on gas
Boy, y'all blowin' Backwoods
All of my niggas grown boy
All of them tote semi-automatic too
I whip that white, that Kurt Cobain
I can't feel my face
A designer belt my waist
Bitch, pick up your face
Bitch, come give me face
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
Fucked her in my Bentley coupe and
Came all on her face xan' my lemonade
Now feel like I'm in space
Yeah, I feel like I'm in space
My Tommy Hilfigers burberry my linen
Got these bitches switchin' on they
Nigga for this nigga
They hate for no reason
Ruger leave a nigga breathless
Bitch, I carry shells by the
Box like some Adidas say you know this nigga
I don't know this nigga
I pull up on this nigga
Get to bustin' on this nigga
Said I'm up, up on this nigga, ayy
Tough love for my nigga, ayy
Boof pack burn my finger, damn
And that's my trigger finger
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want, the re-rock
Or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
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' TECs up
No, we don't let up, pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma like
Nigga don't get wet, don't be set up