600 Racks Lyrics by Meek Mill
“600 Racks” is a hip-hop single by Meek Mill, released on April 3, 2026. Meek Mill delivers this brand new banger titled “600 Racks ” a free mp3 song.
600 Racks Lyrics by Meek Mill
Uh, 600 racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please
Nigga ran through the money, got way more humble
Ten to a twenty, I’m makin’ it double
A ten on ya homie, I think he in trouble
Bro seen me make like ten Ms and he ain’t get one
‘Cause he ain’t wanna hustle
I almost put a bird on a bitch ass rap niggas
Shh, but I ain’t wanna fumble
Niggas know how I’m layin’, Glock 10s, FNs
63s, new Benz
Fuckin’ her sis, I’m hittin’ two twins
Better believe it, I run up this cash
I give bro and them like two Ms
She fuck good, she gettin’ a bag
I call Kim K, get her some SKIMS, yeah
Boss shit, niggas thinkin’ I lost it
Made it out of my hardships
Tall bitch throw it back and she toss it
Knock it out of the park shit
Dog shit, I been poppin’ that dog shit
On some raisin’ the bar shit
Car shit, brrp, you and your dog hit
Talkin’ A and that R shit
1 mill’, 2 mill’, 3 mill’, 4
I had that when I came in the door
I was still crack way back ’04
I was still sharp way back for sure
She wanna fuck for them racks for sure
He wanna kill for them racks for sure
I’m puttin’ everybody out that want war
You’ll eat, I’ll kill young boul
I’m on that Berks Street, Diamond, Susqu, trap street
Yeah, the real up North
Walk through the valley, shadow of death
You try me, I’ll get you killed up North
I bought the Spectre, that shit like electric
I gave it to Khi, it’s still out North
Right on the block, it’s still out North
I’m up top, got hittas out Newark
Uh, 600 racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please
I’m doin’ this shit with ease (Let’s go)
She a lil’ hood bitch, mean as fuck
For me, she get on them knees (Let’s go)
Real hood nigga, I’m rockin’ a Patek
This shit like three hundred Ps
Bro and them pushin’ that weed
Goin’ live on nigga real quick like Speed
Ya dig?
Too much motion
I went Cullinan, follow the Ghosts
Niggas ain’t havin’ the way that we havin’
They get on some ho shit
Run up them rackeys, niggas turn into actors
And get on some broke shit
She caught the wave and surfed it
Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean
Bend through ya block on a big boy, coastin’
On 12, what the hell?
Get paid, fuck jail
G43, this bitch tuck well
She get paid to play with that water
I’m eatin’ her out, this bitch upscale
She fuck well and stay to herself
Ho, behave, go get her Chanel
Nigga, I’m made, I’ll sit in a cell
Before I tell and sit in a cell
So many nights they ain’t give me no bail
We was all locked up sittin’ in jail
Now Dubai on a yacht, we sail
Arabic dime don’t know Meek Mill
I just told her my name Rihmeek
10 Rolls Royce comin’ through like a sheep
Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it
Uh, 600 racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain’t
You ain’t, it’s fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten
So we ain’t gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don’t want you
Please
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