Quality Control, Playboi Carti and Offset - 100 Racks

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, its 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
Whippin' the 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
That muhfucka' gon' dance
That muhfucka' 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, its 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

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, its 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

Written by:
Jordan Terrell Carter, Kiari Cephus, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Leland Tyler Wayne

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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