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Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey (oh, shit, oh, shit, goddam, oh, shit, oh, shit)
Bitch, we outside with it, feeling like I'm '03
Being tender 'bout a ho tryna expose you, not P
Niggas tryna make hits, and do skits, they ain't me
Man, it's 2022, these hos gon' fuck for the fee
A nigga rap, and I make these bitches, laugh I'm in mode with it (oh)
These niggas talking crazy, I'ma reach into this (backpack, backpack)
Too many Glocks in this (backpack, backpack)
Know what the fuck going on, nigga
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too (too much shit in here, yeah)
Anything you might need, I got inside for you (yeah, we got it all nigga)
Backpack, backpack (finna reach to this)
Backpack, backpack (they gon' bleed when I reach in this)
Backpack, backpack (bitch)
Backpack, backpack
Ha, yeah, we on that, this shit is "Fuck the other side!"
Ha, and we ain't talking hair products, they gon' die
Ha, Futurama, hit 'em with that, get 'em fried
Ha, fuck it, we gon' treat 'em like (mm) shoot, get 'em tied
Ha, it's crazy, I can make music for the thick bitches
And can make some shit for the real niggas, let's go
Backpack, backpack (yeah)
Backpack, backpack (let's do it, ay)
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too (glockies)
Anything you might need, I got inside for you (we got it all, baby)
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too (yeah)
Anything that you might need, I got inside for you (let's do it)
Ay, you want the pills? Call Mike for 'em (ha)
Every show I do is lit, they gettin' hyped for 'em (yeah)
You a bitch up on that phone, you gon' type for 'em (yeah)
Birdie and that cat crazy, it's a night storm
No project but a nigga goin' fed, baby (yeah)
You want a couple dollars? Ooh, I need some head, baby
(Backpack, backpack) bitch
(Backpack, backpack) let's do it
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too
Anything you might need, I got inside for you, let's do it
Backpack, backpack (what's in there?)
Backpack, backpack (let's do it)
Backpack, backpack (how let's get it?)
Backpack, backpack
Bitch, ay, put the city on the map, no Dora
Mack to his face, have him sing it like Korra
Shit, I guess she a ho, she gon' explore
Little-ass pay, that ain't enough, I need more
Niggas can't switch they shit like me
I'm finna glaze on her face like a camera, no teeth
Backpack, backpack, backpack, backpack
On the backpack loaded up with things and knick-knacks too
Anything that you might need, I got inside for you