100 Racks (Offset feat. Playboi Carti)

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My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
 I blew it by the rack (blew it)
 Then I took off the hat (hat)
 Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
 No books, it's a mag
 Shoot it up, fuck a badge
 I was down to my 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
 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't come to the land
 Got that bitch in my hand (bitch)
 That mo'fucker gon' dance
 That mo'fucker gon' dance
 Livin' good like a sin
 We been gone like Xan'
 We not kickin' shit
 No, we not friends
 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 lens (woo)
 My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
 I blew it by the rack (blew it)
 Then I took off the hat (hat)
 Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
 No books, it's a mag
 Shoot it up, fuck a badge
 I was down to my 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
 Niggas 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
 Know 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 Nawf
 Losin' my mind, I can't think
 Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
 I go three hard in the paint
 It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
 Swimmin' 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 hunnid racks (hunnid)
 I blew it by the rack (blew it)
 Then I took off the hat (hat)
 Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
 No books, it's a mag
 Shoot it up, fuck a badge
 I was down to my 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
 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
 

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Duration
02:37
Key
1
Tempo
134 BPM

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