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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, 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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kiari Cephus, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Leland Tyler Wayne

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TheBlue Diamond

What happened, Carti?

Treasure Windham

@Worl Boss listen to Bone Thugs And Harmony music from the 90s...Offset sounds identical to Krayzie Bone and TakeOff sounds like Layzie and you can't tell me you can understand what BTNH are saying 85% of their verses so that's called mumbling that's why Bizzy had to clarify he talked to Migos and they admitted they got their Harmonizing from Quavo who explained he got it from BTNH

Joshuaisnoob

Iggy

Muney Jordan23

Dam relax, take 😭him out your tonsils

O_ Poky

@Psychic_Plays lmao im tryna find out too.

Psychic_Plays

O_ Poky what was the OG comment

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Marco Ramirez

Carti verse only 20 seconds long, but I could feel myself floating for those 20 seconds.

Michelle Tiric

Jordy Hitchy und so ist

VerifiedMarvin

Timo Cruz123 you shut up apparently that’s what he feels

Timo Cruz123

Shut up

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