yc feat. future — racks [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] religion fiend’
Got bands in the pockets of my jeans
Need a kickstand way I lean
Promethazine fiend
Stamped on sprite and lean