100 Racks – Quality Control & Offset (feat. Playboi Carti)
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[Offset:] 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
[Offset:] 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