Wiz Khalifa ft YC - racks

: Wiz Khalifa ft YC


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Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain while Im talking on the phone
Spend money when ya moneys this long
Real street niggas aint 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
Nigga hating me aint even tryna hold back

Got a crawl outta my garage
Got a condo down in the stars
Im geaked up off them bars
Got a car I dont even gotta park
No keys push button start
She aint a dime I wont get hard
Got hoes that need a green card
Say Ima dawg but I dont even gotta bark
Got swag that bite like sharks
One hit Ima knock it out the park
Trap beating so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got barre
got remix hard as scale
Got bricks dont need no scale
Im plugged in with the mail
Im part of the cartel
Got rerock aint no cling
6 two hundred for a nin
Then fuck it all up on jeans
Ima true religion fiend
Got bands in the pockets of my jeans
Need a kickstand way I lean
Promethazine fiend
Stamped on sprite and lean

[Chorus]

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, racks off
See that blonde strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost,
Smoke like Im in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, ill 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 aint my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You claim you a dog, my nigga, Im the vet
We cant even talk unless you cut the check,
I guess thats why all these niggas get mad
They say f-ck a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well Im sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my liquor
Better make sure you f-ck your girl right before I dick her. down,

[Chorus]

Yall know I keep them racks
I stay counting them stacks
Ya girl wont leave me lone
Wanna f-ck now she attached
Flow hot dont need no match
Sell work dont pay no tax
Im turnt up to the max
Dont 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 aint blowin unless it strong
Catch hell on my iphone
Catch mine and then Im gone
The girl wont leave
I can not take her home
Im gone on them bars
bitch Im not a star
Im driving foreign cars
Strapped up no bodyguards





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