Racks in The Backpack lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
n*gga
(Holy—)
Put blowers in backpacks, n*gga, do that
Take two, that was pathetic, do it one more time
I need that chain, please, and I don't mean to hold you
I dropped a four in my cup, now I'm slurred, please don't mind the drugs
It's racks in the backpack, don't put that strap in it

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em
I don't really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin'
Glad bag of Caillous'll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, for real)
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (sh*t)
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Down goes a pump faker, bully breaker, lunch taker
n*gga, that's a hollow tip comin' out the K bare
Daishiki, she be loud out the door, she is so ghetto
At Kim Lee's lookin' for a meal, I be tiptoein', ugh
So what you sayin'?
[?], just use this rap statement
I just knocked the block down with F&N, I'm playin' Jenga
There's 10K in that bag, it can't tote the automatic, ugh
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em
I don't really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin'
Glad bag of Caillous'll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, b*tch, for real)
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (sh*t, n*gga)
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Racks in the backpack, the strap won't fit
We don't even do that, bro, what if your sh*t won't unzip?
Take a listen, I could put you on some cold sh*t
Kim Juan finna catch these Jackie Chan dope kicks
You ain't passed on no Stinc, n*gga, stop lyin'
We believe in the truth, n*gga, not science
These some big dogs talkin', n*gga, be quiet
Where the beef at? b*tch, I'm steppin' in with Johnny Rocket
Backs in the backpack, like why you ask that?
Police vibes, yeah, duh, b*tch, we both strapped
Who is that? I'm finna bounce out, where my mask at?
Pole dancer, I heard he got followed home from Mastro's, sh*t
Head gone, n*gga, they don't got a chance
PTSD, I don't think these n*ggas understand
Where my blick? b*tch, I need that right here by my hand
Boogie down, made him hit the floor and do a dance
Racks in the backpack, this a fifty-ball
Pippy Longstocking on my hip, it ain't no close calls
Who gon' come outside today? Let's take a roll call
Be careful, bro, this chain'll turn you into Ray Charles
Bling-blaow, shut the party down, I'm wildin' out
Hundiddy, that's a hundred bands or a hundred rounds
Nina in the front seat, yeah, b*tch, I'm ridin' with her
Long live the Don, the grim reaper keep talkin' to me
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em
I don't really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin'
Glad bag of Caillous'll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, for real)
Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (sh*t)
It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it