Lil Uzi Vert - 100 Racks in the duffle lyrics

{Lil Uzi Vert} (Courus) Can’t come around don’t trust you Ran through the streets with the muffle None of my ni**as 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 ni**as 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 Primis Player Placeholder 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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