Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Quality Control & Offset and this music is titled “100 Racks ft. Playboi Carti”.
Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Control the Streets, Volume 2” And it was released in the year 2019.
Listen up below with the full lyrics.
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, fuck 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
Wit’ them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
‘Bout to play with these bands (Play with them, play with them)
‘Bout to play with these bands, hold up (Yeah)
You can’t come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand (Bitch, bitch)
That muhfucka’ gon’ dance
That muhfucka’ gon’ dance, yeah (Yeah)
Livin’ gone like Xan’
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 (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 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, fuck 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
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
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 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 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, fuck 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
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
