Listen to 100 Racks (feat. Playboi Carti) by Quality Control & Offset

100 Racks (feat. Playboi Carti)

Quality Control & Offset

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Quality Control, Offset - 100 Racks (Audio) ft. Playboi Carti

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Offset

Vocals

Playboi Carti

Vocals

Metro Boomin

Programming

Pi’erre Bourne

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kiari Cephus

Songwriter

Leland Wayne

Songwriter

Jordan Carter

Songwriter

Timothy Jordan Jenks

Timothy Jordan Jenks

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Metro Boomin

Producer

Pi’erre Bourne

Producer

Thomas “Tillie” Mann

Mixing Engineer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

My first hunnid racks (Hunnids)

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 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

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

You can't come to the land

Got that bitch in my hand

That muhfucka' gon' dance

That muhfucka' gon' dance, yeah

Livin' gone like Xan'

We been gone like Xan'

We not kickin' shit

No, we not friends

[Verse 4]

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)

[Verse 5]

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 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

[Verse 6]

**** don't want no money, want clout

Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch

Get 'em in, 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

[Verse 7]

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 paint

Pour it in the clouds

[Verse 8]

My first hunnid racks (Hunnids)

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 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

[Verse 9]

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 Carter, Kiari Cephus, Leland Wayne, Timothy Jordan Jenks

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