Lyrical Breakdown of Whole Thang Feat UnoTheActivist - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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' TECs up (Holdin' Tecs 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 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) Nine 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 Bitch come give me faith, 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 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 bussin' on this nigga Said I'm up, up on this nigga, aye, tough love for my nigga, aye 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 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' TECs 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