BackPack lyrics

[Intro]
Outtatown but we never out of money
Star Boy, you're my hero
Loesoe going crazy

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know she don't like me, she wanna f*ck 'cause I got cash, yeah
This b*tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah
These n*ggas, they do what I do, they stealin' my moves, they stealin' my swag, yeah
You know that I'm clutchin' a tool, I'm ready to shoot, I can't go out sad, yeah
I f*ck her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah
You know I stay clutchin' a tool, I point it at you and ask where them racks at
Said we went to the same middle school, I don't give a f*ck, lil' b*tch, where that cash at?
You was flexin', you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack

[Verse]
Ayy, yeah, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, she throw up the gang, she got that boy mad mad
He want smoke 'bout a b*tch, he want smoke 'bout a ho, he want smoke 'bout a nat-nat
I just f*ck on that b*tch and I'm letting her go, you can have that ho back, back
I just bought a K and I'm lettin' it blow, I just got a beam and a scope attached
If a n*gga try me then I'm letting it go, if he reach for my chain I'ma blast
Leave a n*gga dead like I just stole his drugs, I swear this gon' be your last laugh
Swear these n*ggas be lame, swear these n*ggas be broke, swear these n*ggas steady need a bath
And I can't get caught lackin' so I keep a pole
These n*ggas be acting, these n*ggas need a movie role
I really be high as f*ck, really be rockin' these shows and f*cking these hoes
They see me on IG and see me on Twitter but I swear these n*ggas don't know me
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know she don't like me, she wanna f*ck 'cause I got cash, yeah
This b*tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah
These n*ggas, they do what I do, they stealin' my moves, they stealin' my swag, yeah
You know that I'm clutchin' a tool, I'm ready to shoot, I can't go out sad, yeah
I f*ck her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah
You know I stay clutchin' a tool, I point it at you and ask where them racks at
Said we went to the same middle school, I don't give a f*ck, lil' b*tch, where that cash at?
You was flexin', you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack (Yeah)