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Racks Lyrics By Yc Featuring Future

    future yc
    yc
    what you got racks on racks on racks
    he got racks on racks on racks
    we got racks on racks on racks leggo esco nigga
    hey i got racks on racks on racks i got you nigga
    she got racks on racks on racks
    they got racks on racks on racks

    pre future
    got a campaign going so strong yeah yeah
    getting brain while i’m talking on the phone skrt
    spend money when your money’s this long racks
    real street niggas ain’t no clone real street
    we at the top where we belong at the top
    drank lean rosé patrón we gone
    smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong yeah
    when the club ’bout to hear this song what you got

    future yc
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    niggas i ain’t even tryna hold back

    yc
    gotta car lot in my garage
    got a condo down near the stars
    i’m geeked up off them bars
    got a car i ain’t even gotta park
    no key push button to start
    she ain’t a dime i won’t get hard
    got hoes that need a green card
    say i’m a dog but i don’t even bark
    got em biting his swag like sharks
    when i hit it i’mma knock it out the park
    drop beat so goddamn hard
    got kush got lean got barre
    that rerock hard to scale
    got bricks don’t need no scale
    i’m plugged in with the mail
    i’m part of the cartel
    that rerock ain’t no clean
    6 hundred for a neen
    said fuck it all up on jeans
    i’m a true religion fiend
    got bands in the pockets of my jeans
    need a kickstand way i lean
    promethazine fiend
    styrofoam sprite and lean

    pre future
    got a campaign going so strong yeah yeah
    getting brain while i’m talking on the phone skrt
    spend money when your money’s this long racks
    real street niggas ain’t no clone real street
    we at the top where we belong at the top
    drank lean rosé patrón we gone
    smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong yeah
    when the club ’bout to hear this song what you got

    future
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    nigga i ain’t even tryna hold back

    future
    no choice by force i was forced to go and cop sum ice
    designer on my mojo i live in the spotlight
    real street nigga ain’t no flaw
    young future gotta keep that raw
    i swear i gotta get at you niggas
    i’mma need me a round of applause
    bravo bravo bravo
    bravo bravo bravo bravo
    got a hundred thousand dollars worth of clothes
    i’m froze i’m froze i’m cold
    i keep me a big bank roll
    i ain’t trickin’ off on these hoes
    these hoes bringin’ me they soul
    i will never sell my soul
    cash out on all these cars
    these foreignforeign broads
    got a nigga livin’ in the stars
    i’m on my way to mars
    got keyshia pam and nicki
    they all wanna do a minaj
    a freebandzfreebandz
    we ain’t never got to goddamn flodge

    pre future
    got a campaign going so strong yeah yeah
    getting brain while i’m talking on the phone skrt
    spend money when your money’s this long racks
    real street niggas ain’t no clone real street
    we at the top where we belong at the top
    drank lean rosé patrón we gone
    smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong yeah
    when the club ’bout to hear this song what you got

    future yc
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    niggas hate me fall back

    yc
    gotta know i keep them racks
    i stay counting them stacks
    them girls won’t leave me alone
    one fuck now she attached
    flow hot don’t need no match
    sell work don’t pay no tax
    i’m turned up to the max
    don’t even know how to relax
    i drink so much damn lean
    had to wake up on a bean
    got racks off in my jeans
    they busting out the seams
    got kush all in my lungs
    get high like cheech and chong
    eight hundred a zone
    ain’t blowing it unless it’s strong
    she hate on my iphone
    catch mine and then i’m gone
    this girl want leave me alone
    i can not take her home
    i’m gone off them bars
    bitch i’m not a star
    i’m driving foreign cars
    strapped up no bodyguard

    pre future
    got a campaign going so strong yeah yeah
    getting brain while i’m talking on the phone skrt
    spend money when your money’s this long racks
    real street niggas ain’t no clone real street
    we at the top where we belong at the top
    drank lean rosé patrón we gone
    smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong yeah
    when the club ’bout to hear this song what you got

    future yc
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    got racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    racks on racks on racks
    nigga i ain’t even tryna hold back

    Artist: Yc Featuring Future

    Year: 2011

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 596