Hunnid Rack Duffle - UnoTheActivist

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 boat

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»

Bit' bought the brand, my belt, it be B

my chain is VVs

the plant 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 boat

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

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 I’ma ball

She a shining knight, armor on

See you got your guard and all

Might 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 boat

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