Lil Uzi Vert - 100 Racks In The Duffle Lyrics

100 Racks in the duffle Song Lyrics
100 Racks in the duffle by Lil Uzi Vert {Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

{Lil Baby}
(Versе 1)
Got my pistol on me ain’t no time to scruffle
300 racks and all of it’s insidе the duffle
Came from the block we didn’t have much so all we know is hustle
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Red bottom down had to scuff em
We gonna catch an opp down back bust em
Same b**ches didn’t wanna f**k with me
Now them b**ches all wanna f**k with

We catch a private jet to LA, We land in two hours
I make a 100 racks every week i need some new problems
Me and my b**ches definitely going crazy we got a shoe problem

Money on my line keep on calling
Fresher then i stepped inside the coffin
Run up on the plug and now we all rich
Every night a different city balling
They just wanna see me do bad
But i got a lot of new carats
Everywhere i go a goon ran
And i got a lot of blue carats

{Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

LouGotCash
(Verse 2)
f**k wit my hoodies i don’t need another
f**k up a junkie and make me another
I hit the streets like a pandemonium
Go to remote nobody controlling me
I get sick and old when it come to these b**ches
No wonder they can’t get a hold on me
Niggas looking like hang time
Got my change up all this gold on me
Lord knows i came up, 100 racks in my sock drawer
But thats not enough cause i want more
So much money on me you would think it growing on trees in my backyard
I had to get it out of the concrete i feel the need to go that hard
They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the seat when i hop out the nascar
b**ch got a pitch for it she bad as hell tell your hoe keep her mask on
Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on
Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on

{Lil Uzi Vert}
(Courus)
Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle

Can’t come around don’t trust you
Ran through the streets with the muffle
None of my niggas gonna tussle
If you want smoke we’ll bust you
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle
100 racks stashed in the duffle