yc feat. future — racks Chorus Got campaign going so strong Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone Spend money when ya moneys this long Real street niccas ain’t no clone We at the top where we belong Spread lean Rozay Patrone Smoking on thousand dollar worth of strong When the club outta here its on 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 nicca hating me ain’t even tryna hold back
Got a car lot in my garage Got a condo down in the stars I’m geaked up off them bars Got a car I don’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 I’ma dawg but I don’t even gotta bark Got swag that bite like sharks One hit I’ma knock it out the park Trap beating 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 !! 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