[Intro]

Yeah hey, yeah, hey

Yeah, hey, yeah, hey (oh shit, oh shit, goddam, oh shit, oh shit)

[Verse 1]

Bitch, we outside with it, feeling like I'm '03

Being tender 'bout a hoe tryna expose you, not P

Niggas tryna make hits, and do skits, they ain't me

Man, it's 2022, these hoes gon' fuck for the fee

A nigga rap, and I make these bitches, laugh I'm in mode with it (ohh)

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

[Chorus]

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 (We got it all nigga)

Backpack, backpack (Finna reach to this)

Backpack, backpack (They gon' bleed whеn I reach in this)

Backpack, backpack (Bitch)

Backpack, backpack

[Verse 2]

Ha, yeah we on that, this shit is "Fuck thе 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, aye)

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 3]

Aye, 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

Let's do it

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 4]

Bitch, ayy, put the city on the map, no Dora

Mack to his face, have him sing it like Korra

Shit, I guess she a hoe, 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

[Chorus]

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