Racks Lyrics

Future

[YC]
What you got (racks on racks on racks)
He got (racks on racks on racks)
We got (racks on racks on RACKS) LeGo
I got (racks on racks on racks)
She got (racks on racks on racks
They got (racks on racks on racks)

[Hook]
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street niggas ain't no clone
We at da top where we belong
Drank lean, Rose, Patron
Smoking on 1000 dollas worth of strong
When da club 'bout to hear this song

Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got acks 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

(Verse 1 "YC")
Gotta car lot in my garage
Got a condo down near the stars
I'm geeked up off dem 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 ho's dat need a green card
Say I'm a dogg but I don't even bark
Got 'em biting his swag like sharks
When I hit it I'mma knock it out the park
Trap beat so got damn hard
Got kush got lean got bar
That RE-RE hard to scale
Got bricks don't need no scale
I'm plugged in with The mail
I'm part Of the cartel
That re-rock ain't no clean
6-2 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 vein
Styrofoam, sprite and lean

[Hook]

(Verse 2 "Future")
No choice boy I forced out sports, to go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo, I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung Future gotta keep dat raw
My swag I gave to you niggas, I'mma need me a round of applause
Bravo (bravo) bravo (bravo) bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100,000 dollars worth of clothes
I'm froze (I'm froze) I'm cold
I keep me a big bank roll
I ain't tricking off on these ho's
These ho's bringing me they soul
I will never sell my soul
Cash out on all these cars
These foreign (foreign) broads
Got a nigga living in the stars
I'm on my way to Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam, And Nicki, they all wanna do a Minaj
A1, free Band, free Vans, we ain't never gotta got them flarge

[Hook]

(Verse 3 "YC")
Gotta know I keep them racks, I stay counting them stacks
Them girls won't leave me 'lone, 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
Man busting out the seam:
Got kush all in my lungs
Get high like Cheech & Chong
800 a zone
Ain't blowing it 'less it's STRONG
She hate On my iPhone
Catch mine and then I'm gone
This girl want leave me 'lone
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

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