Backpack Trapin`

By KTL

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[Intro]

Aye mane. A nigga getting dough like Dora of here

Put everything in a book bag. (I`m too real)


[Bridge]

Backpack, backpack!

Backpack, backpack!

On the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack's too

Anything that you might need I got inside for you

Backpack, backpack!

Backpack, backpack!


[Hook]

Backpack,knapsack trapping out a book bag, make fifty stacks over night from a backpack. Lean in the front pocket, gas in the back. Got the molly, the coke anything that you could ask


[Verse 1]

I`m out here hustlin` while the Dro boys strugglin`, Young KT with the dope boys and them niggas thuggin`. I went to college... shit that`s college park. Selling rocks thats yellow and hard. Cooking dope we broke the pot, Feds got my dog, Young Saint Bernard. One 8 Ball and baking soda. Got them birds like Ace Ventura

Paid 10 for the 12 pack they a dime a dozen. We some Codeine Cowboys my niggas always hustlin. I ain't gotta sell that white just to get what I won't. I thought my girl said I love her I told that bitch I dont. I`m In love with that paper the trap made me famous. If a hattin ass nigga come to me he a stranger. we in the club shootingup, call us over head bangas. In whip running circles like the rings of Uranus


[Verse2]

Balls in my back pocket its referring to them eights. You need to get yo work front you know my patna got you straight. Moving back and forth across town figure eights. Cuz I`m trynna make a meal but I already ate

BJ got no sense and he leading Ty the wrong way. I`m trynna get them boys right but they don't listen anyway. How else would it help if I didn't help the right way. You go to work at night I got my posse out in broad day

Street lights, stars bright, you scared of them cop lights. We see the feds coming if they catch we go start a fight

You know my crew they so real, I made a 1000 on my deal. Its the last day on Monday. I still finished still


[Hook]

Backpack,knapsack trapping out a book bag, make fifty sacks over night from a backpack. Lean in the front pocket, gas in the back. Got the molly, the coke anything that you could ask