“Racks” is the debut lead single from American rapper YC‘s upcoming debut untitled studio album.

The Banger of a Track features American rapper Future.

The music video was directed by R. Malcolm Jones and it premiered on YC’s YouTube VEVO channel in mid April 2011.

YC is also known as Yung Chris. Now get your racks on racks on racks in his lead-breakthrough single:

Lyrics for YC feat. Future – Racks

[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 Campaign Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money’s this Long
Real Street Niggas Ain’t No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Stank, Lean, Rose’, Patron (we gone)
Smoking On 1000 Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

[Hook]
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 I ain’t even tryna hold Baaacckk

[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’m a Dogg But I Don’t Even Bark
Got Em Biting His Swag Like Sharks, When I Hit It I’m a Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So Got Damn Hard, Got Kush Got Lean Got Bar
That RE RE Hard To Scale, That 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’m a 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 Campaign Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money’s this Long
Real Street Niggas Ain’t No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Stank, Lean, Rose’, Patron (we gone)
Smoking On 1000 Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

[Hook]
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 I ain’t even tryna hold Baaacckk

[Verse 2: Future]
No Choice Boy I Forced Out Sports, To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo, I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Ain’t No Flaw, Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas, I’m a Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100, 000 Dollars Worth Of Clothes, I’m Froze (I’m Froze) I’m Cold
I Keep Them Big Bank Rolled, I Ain’t Tricking Off On These Hoes
These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul, I Will Never Sell My Soul
Cash Out On All These Cars, These Foreign (Foreign) Broads
Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars, I’m On My Way To Mars (Jupiter!)
Got Keyshia, Pam and Nicki, (what they wanna do?) They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans, We Ain’t Never Gotta Got Damn Flarge

[Chorus:]
Got Campaign Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money’s this Long
Real Street Niggas Ain’t No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Stank, Lean, Rose’, Patron (we gone)
Smoking On 1000 Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

[Hook]
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 I ain’t even tryna hold Baaacckk

[Verse 3: YC]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Won’t Leave Me Lone, One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don’t Need No Match, Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
I’m Turned Up To The Maxx, Don’t Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drank 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 and 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 Won’t Leave Me Alone, 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]
Got Campaign Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I’m Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money’s this Long
Real Street Niggas Ain’t No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Stank, Lean, Rose’, Patron (we gone)
Smoking On 1000 Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

[Hook]
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 I ain’t even tryna hold Baaacckk

(YC)
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks

Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks

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