100 Racks lyrics - Quality Control & Offset (feat. Playboi Carti)

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My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)

I blew it by the rack (Blew it)

Then I took off the hat (Hat)

Had to Dior the bag (Dior)

No books, this a mag

Shoot it up, fuck a bag

I was down to my last

I remember my past (Woo)

Put it up, got packs in the house

Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth

These hoes get passed

Get slapped with the racks to the mouth

[Playboi Carti:]

Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)

And this bitch want my mans

'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)

'Bout to play with these bands

You can come to the land

Got that bitch in my hand

That muh'fucka' gon' dance

That muh'fucka' gon' dance

We've been God sent

We've been God sent

We not kicking shit

No, we not friends

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But I set these trends (Trends)

Put a bitch in the Benz

Dirty money got cleansed

Diamonds jumpin' out the gym

She invite her friends (Friends)

They my type, all tens

And my drip European (Drip)

I done put diamonds on my lense (Woo)

My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)

I blew it by the rack (Blew it)

Then I took off the hat (Hat)

Had to Dior the bag (Dior)

No books, this a mag

Shoot it up, fuck a bag

I was down to my last

I remember my past (Woo)

Put it up, got packs in the house

Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth

These hoes get passed

Get slapped with the racks to the mouth

Niggas don't want no money, mo' clout

Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch

Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out

Now my grandma lookin' down proud

My kids not worried 'bout a drought

Baguettes in the teeth, down south

Richard Mille wrist, cost a house

Put the double R truck en route

I go straight out to Mars, valet my car

Trap guitar, straight out the Norf

Losing my mind, I can't think

Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank

I go three hard in the paint

We get high on the perc, 'bout to faint

Swimming with sharks in the tank

You best not drown, when I pop this paint

Blow it in the clouds

My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)

I blew it by the rack (Blew it)

Then I took off the hat (Hat)

Had to Dior the bag (Dior)

No books, this a mag

Shoot it up, fuck a bag

I was down to my last (Last)

I remember my past (Woo)

Put it up, got packs in the house

Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth

These hoes get passed

Get slapped with the racks to the mouth

[Playboi Carti:]

Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)

And this bitch want my mans

'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)

'Bout to play with these bands