Yc - Racks On Racks Rmx lyrics
rate me(ft. Twista)
[Intro - YC:]
What U Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
He Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
We Got (Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks) Leh Go
I Got (I Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
She Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
They Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da 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 Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 1 - YC:]
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage, Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
I’m Geeked Up Off Dem Bars, Gotta Car I Ain’t Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start, She Ain’t A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card, Say I’ma Dogg But I Don’t Even Bark
Got Em Biting His Swag Like Sharks, When I Hit It I’ma 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 ReRock Ain’t No Clean, 62 Hundred For A Neen
Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans, I’ma True Religion Phein
Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans, Need A Kickstand Way I Lean
Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam, Sprite And Lean
Chorus:
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da 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 Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Twista)
Everybody wanna hate because I’m on
Blowing head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track
And spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car
Gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I’ma close out the par
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang stepping through the door, Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on
And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
While everybody got ammunition on deck
I don’t see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat
Cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya
I salute you if you could get at the general in military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats
I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
‘Cause I manipulate your molecular structure
Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
If you try to give it to me at the door
I just thought I had to let you know
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3 - YC:]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone, One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match, Sell Work Don’t Pay No Tax
I’m Turned Up To The Maxx, Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean, Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off In My Jeans, Man Busting Out The Sceeeene
Got Kush All In My Lungs, Get High Like Ching-Ching Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone, Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone, Catch Mine And Then I’m Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone, I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
I’m Gone Off Them Bars, Bitch I’m Not A Star
I’m Driving Foreign Cars, Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard.
[Chorus:]
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Thanks to garbo
Thanks to Madman for correcting these lyrics
