Quality Control, Offset - 100 Racks Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

Quality Control, Offset ft. Playboi Carti presents the song lyrics of '100 Racks'. The song is written by Pi’erre Bourne, Metro Boomin, Playboi Carti & Offset. The music is produced by Pi’erre Bourne & Metro Boomin. The song was released at 'QualityControlVEVO' official youtube channel on August 16, 2019.

Song Details:

Song: 100 Racks (Lyric)
Artist: Playboi Carti, Offset
Featuring: Playboi Carti
Producer: Pi’erre Bourne & Metro Boomin
Writer: Pi’erre Bourne, Metro Boomin, Playboi Carti & Offset
Copyright: Universal Music Group & Quality Control
Label: Capitol Records, Motown Records, UMG & Quality Control
Released Date: August 16, 2019.



100 Racks Lyrics:

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 out, fu*k a badge
I was down to my last (last)


I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
With them racks, you get slapped (slapped)
And this bit*h want my mans
About to play with these bands (play with them, play with them)
About to play with these bands, hold up (yeah)...

You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand (bit*h, bit*h)
That muhfucka gonna dance
That muhfucka gonna dance, yeah (yeah)
Living gone like xan
We been gone like xan
We not kicking shit
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (trends)
Put a bit*h in the benz
Dirty money got cleansed (cleansed)
Diamonds jumping out the gym
She invite her friends (friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip european (drip)
I done put diamonds on my lens (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 out, fu*k a badge
I was down to my last (last)
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)


Get slapped with a stack with the mount
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth...

Nig*as don't want no money, want clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get em in, get em out
Now my grandma looking down proud
My kids not worried about 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 nawf
Losing my mind, I can't think
Fye that bit*h up, we gonna blank
I go three hard in the paint
It get hot on the perc', about to faint
Swimming with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Pour it in the clouds, hope that shit don't stink...

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 out, fu*k a badge
I was down to my last (last)
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
With them racks, you get slapped (slapped)
And this bit*h want my mans
About to play with these bands (play with them)
About to play with these bands...


Written by: Gaurav [BOLLYWOOD TRACKS LYRICS]                                             

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