Ynsj - The Racks (feat. B Spades) Lyrics

(Run up the racks)
(Run up the racks)
(Run up the racks)
Run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Bitch)
We run up the racks (Uh huh)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Ok)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks (Uh huh)
Run up the racks (The what)
Run up the racks (Ha ha)
Run up the racks

Run up the Racks (The racks)
Playin bout that get shot in yo back (Shot in yo bac)
Hell no we dont cap (No cap)
Put my team on the map im all about that (Yes sir)
All my niggas they trap (Ha ha)
Tryin to break them out that thats why im in rap (Ok)
Got ice on my neck (My neck)
Got ice on my wrist got ice on yo bitch
With her friend and her sis
My nigga here too trying to pass and assist
Sweatin all of this drip (This drip)
Lil mama on go got dick on her lip
I love all of this shit (Yes sir)
Gotta pray for the kids i kno i cant quit
I kno i cant quit
I kno i cant quit f*ck no i cant quit (At all)
Bitch run up the racks
Countin the stacks
Hell no we dont lack
Hit your bitch from the back she like it like that
And you kno i speak facts
You kno i speak facts
You kno i speak facts
She runnin laps
But she still cant get to the bag
Runnin the laps (The laps)
You aint first your last (Last)
Your mans is trash (Basura)
93 Thats Gas
Banded it up you cap
You kno you cap
You kno you cap
You kno you cap

Run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Bitch)
We run up the racks (Uh huh)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Ok)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks (Uh huh)
Run up the racks (The what)
Run up the racks (Ha ha)
Run up the racks

Clearly u niggas aint heard
Ive been a man of my word you niggas is nerds
Lil bro came with the verse Mastered the curb u kno we all good with the work
Shit what do you mean?
All off this drip makin her cream big body gliding floating the street
Premium gas roll up the weed
Niggas is trippin we ain't the difference
I made a living being the shit
That's why I got em all riding my dick
Makin a flick yeah its yo bitch
All of this cap you niggas is weird
All of this money yeah its our year
F*cking with us is gonna lead to sum shit
Stadium Status niggas is lit man lets go

Run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Bitch)
We run up the racks (Uh huh)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks (The racks)
We run up the racks
We run up the racks (Ok)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks (The racks)
Run up the racks
Run up the racks (Ok)
Run up the racks (Uh huh)
Run up the racks (The what)
Run up the racks (Ha ha)
Run up the racks