Uno cemented himself as a pillar of the rap scene in 2015, taking the underground by storm with the release of his No More Thotties mixtape and songs like "Parkin' Lot Pimpin'," "Giuseppe Swag," and "WHAT." Uno would respond to the craving for new music held by his fans for two years by releasing his debut studio mixtape Live.Shyne.Die in late 2017.
A desire for musical experimentation led to his mid-2018 EP Limbus. The series' second installment would release in December of that same year. This trend of experimentation would continue itself with the release of Uno's Deadication remix project in mid-2019.
Uno delivered Deadication II: Lost Files in early 2020, a mixtape containing vaulted songs dating back to 2017. In mid-2020, Uno released his highly-anticipated debut studio album, 8, which included popular tracks "Das Him," "Night Mode," and "Can't Go."
At the beginning of 2021, Uno would release his sophomore studio album, Unoverse, a 10-track LP that would mark his first independent release since his 2017 EP Sorry for the Wait. The project featured standout cuts "Taco Bell" and "Opp Pack." ~ Alexander L. & Hamed T.
Hunnid Rack Duffle
UNOTHEACTIVIST Lyrics
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(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 (If you a real one, I gotcha)
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 haters, 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
Of how to do you, they living through me
I am the youngest face of 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 is BB
Test it lil', man my chain is VVs
I am the blueprint, the plan, the seed
Cartier complement Riccardo Tisci
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 haters, the one motivated
The one I call bae, and the savages too
Lil' Molly Mean, viva la vie
Can't deny me, something I be (Oh)
Saturn my neck, change
These diamonds forever, immortal, I be (Yeah)
Mad in your back, watch your back
Watch your boo thang
Two Ss like a cruise ship
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'mma ball
She a shining knight, armor on
See you got your guard and all
Molly take your armor off
I'mma keep banging like a bullet fully fully
I'mma 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 haters, the one motivated
The one I call bae, and the savages too
The opening lines of the song set the tone with an acknowledgment of Blac Youngsta's swagger and confidence, as the artist praises his fearless attitude. The call to "free Blac Youngsta" and "free Kodak" refers to the struggles and injustices faced by these artists, expressing solidarity with them. The mention of being a "real one" suggests a sense of loyalty and support within a tough environment.
The recurring theme of having "a hundred racks in the duffle" represents a symbol of wealth and success, with references to luxury brands like Louis Vuitton. The imagery of a uzi in the duffle bag hints at a readiness for any potential threats or challenges. The artist emphasizes the importance of protecting their belongings, even if it means avoiding certain situations to prevent damage.
The lyrics delve into the artist's lifestyle and persona, highlighting the influence of their shooter and the grind to achieve success. The mention of shout-outs to the shooter and references to running up money indicate a sense of camaraderie and shared ambition within a tight-knit circle. The juxtaposition of living through others while also acknowledging haters and motivators adds layers to the artist's experiences and growth.
The final verses explore themes of resilience and self-identity, with mentions of diamonds symbolizing strength and eternity. The mention of being mad in your back and watching out for those around you reflects a sense of vigilance and protection. The artist's determination to keep pushing forward and overcome obstacles is emphasized, with a sense of continuous effort and dedication to their craft evident throughout the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Hundred racks in the duffle
Carrying a large sum of money in a duffle bag
Got a hundred racks in the duffle
Confirming the amount of money in the duffle bag
Louis V duffle bag
Using a designer bag to hold the money
Baby, got a hundred racks
Informing someone of the large amount of money
Throw 'em in the duffle
Putting the money in the bag
In that bag came a uzi with the muzzle
Also finding a gun in the bag for protection
If a nigga get wrong, he a dub
Anyone who acts out will suffer consequences
I can't kick it 'cause
I can't hang around because
The shoes might scuff
Don't want to damage my shoes
Can't nobody get inside my bubble
Protecting myself from negative influences
Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Acknowledging and praising the person providing protection
Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter
Continuing to give credit to the protector
My shooter run it up, run it up, run it up
The protector is increasing earnings rapidly
Running with all of the niggas
Surrounded by a group of people
That run it up too
Who are also achieving financial success
Do what I do 'cause I had to do
Adapting to circumstances and succeeding
Call up my trap, the heat faded
Contacting a reliable source for support
I'm living through you
Guiding and influencing someone else's actions
Shout out my haters, the one motivated
Acknowledging those who criticize and drive determination
The one I call bae, and the savages too
Referring to loved ones and loyal supporters
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: TROY LANE, UNKNOWN WRITER
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