Lyrics to Hunnid Rack Duffle
Only Blac Youngsta's out, haha (Ha, for real)
That nigga was definitely talking his shit
Ah, man, they freed Blac Youngsta, man
Free Blac Youngsta, man, free Kodak, man
Oh-oh (Gotcha)
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
Thinking of you, pretty lil' view
Thanking my troops, stand in salute
My diamonds are blue
I think my life is a movie, and you
That nigga who shot me, he die in a few
I hate the queues, I'm living proof
Boy, how to do you? They living through me
Eyein' the youngins facing the OGs (You dig?)
I don't bang, I'm overseas
Trips out to Paris, they greet like, "Oui, oui"
Big Baller Brand, my belt, it be B
[?] my chain is VVs
I am the blueprint, the plan, the seed
Cartier complement [?] tees
All of the girls in the audience scream
It's a Audemars wrist and it bling (Audis and Beamers)
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
Lil' Molly Mean, viva la vi
Captain, I mean, something I be (Oh)
Saturn my neck, change [?]
These diamonds forever, immortal, I be (Yeah)
Mad in your back, watch your back, watch your [?]
Two Xs from these nats like a [?]
Wouldn't brag 'bout the bag but who made you?
Thinking like the bad is hard, get moving
Top it off, man, all in all
Every circle gon' fall in Fall
Everybody know I'ma ball
She a shining knight, armor on
See you got your guard and all
Molly take your armor off
I'ma keep [?] like a bullet full of [?]
I'ma pull a motherfucker 'til my arm exhaust
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
That nigga was definitely talking his shit
Ah, man, they freed Blac Youngsta, man
Free Blac Youngsta, man, free Kodak, man
Oh-oh (Gotcha)
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
Thinking of you, pretty lil' view
Thanking my troops, stand in salute
My diamonds are blue
I think my life is a movie, and you
That nigga who shot me, he die in a few
I hate the queues, I'm living proof
Boy, how to do you? They living through me
Eyein' the youngins facing the OGs (You dig?)
I don't bang, I'm overseas
Trips out to Paris, they greet like, "Oui, oui"
Big Baller Brand, my belt, it be B
[?] my chain is VVs
I am the blueprint, the plan, the seed
Cartier complement [?] tees
All of the girls in the audience scream
It's a Audemars wrist and it bling (Audis and Beamers)
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
Lil' Molly Mean, viva la vi
Captain, I mean, something I be (Oh)
Saturn my neck, change [?]
These diamonds forever, immortal, I be (Yeah)
Mad in your back, watch your back, watch your [?]
Two Xs from these nats like a [?]
Wouldn't brag 'bout the bag but who made you?
Thinking like the bad is hard, get moving
Top it off, man, all in all
Every circle gon' fall in Fall
Everybody know I'ma ball
She a shining knight, armor on
See you got your guard and all
Molly take your armor off
I'ma keep [?] like a bullet full of [?]
I'ma pull a motherfucker 'til my arm exhaust
Hundred racks in the duffle
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Louis V duffle bag
Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle
In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Running with all of the niggas that run it up too
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you
Shout out my angels, the one motivated
The one I called bae, and the savages too
