Racks (Feat. Yc) (Remix)

Hook Got campaign going so strong Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone Spend money when ya moneys this long Real street niggas ain’t no clone We at the top where we belong Drank lean rose patron Smoking on thousand dollar worth of strong When the club bout to hear this song 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 ain’t even tryna hold back Got a car lot my garage Got a condo down near the stars I’m geeked up off them bars Got a car ain't even gotta park No keys push button start She ain’t a dime I won’t get hard Got hoes that need a green card Say Ima dog but I dont even bark Got em biting this swag like sharks One hit I’ma knock it out the park Trap beat so goddamn hard Got Kush, Got Lean, Got barre Got remix hard as scale Got bricks don’t need no scale I’m plugged in with the mail I’m part of the cartel Got rerock ain’t no cling 6 two hundred for a nin Then fuck it all up on jeans I’ma true religion fiend’ Got bands in the pockets of my jeans Need a kickstand way I lean Promethazine fiend Stamped on sprite and lean Hook Wiz Khalifa Racks on, racks off See that blonde strip when my hats off Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grand what that cost Smoke like I’m in Cali, fuck, take a flight, i’ll blast off Niggas talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps Just made a mill, count another mill so put that on top of that Way back in 2004 I told them it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww You claim you a dog, my nigga, I’m the vet We can’t even talk unless you cut the check I guess thats why all these niggas get mad They say fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga, ya I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I’m sicker Ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my liquor Better make sure you fuck your girl right before I dick her down Hook Y’all know I keep them racks I stay counting them stacks Ya girl 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 turnt up to the max Don’t even know how to relax I drank so much that lean Had to wake up on a bean Got racks all in my jeans Man busting out the seams Got kush all in my lungs Get High like cheech and chong 800 a zone I ain’t blowin unless it strong Catch hell on my iPhone Catch mine and then I’m gone The girl won’t leave I can not take her home I’m gone on them bars Bitch I’m not a star I’m driving foreign cars Strapped up no bodyguards