Backpack - Intellectual

[Intro]

Long live the guys man

(Banddupp, stop playing)

Got a Drac' up inside of the backpack, niggas woulda thought I'm holdin' a laptop

Woulda thought I'm holdin' a laptop

Got a Drac' up inside of the backpack, niggas woulda thought I'm holdin' a laptop

Choose any team you need to click up, my shooters on baseline tryna play blacktop, nigga

You tryna face man, put on your cleats nigga, [?] start gettin' the creeps

Lets talk about stats nigga, then I'm elite, I got shots up close, free throws and threes

Don't get it confused, my niggas throw up the C's but me and Chiraq bangin' B's, nigga

They call me Meech, flew OT, break the brick down in a week

I hit up the trap, any time I come back I'ma whip it up and go straight back to the T

Momma knew I had some talent, didn't know for what but she know gettin' out the streets

When I was a jit, she never knew I was runnin' other niggas off of the strip

And then I hit a lick, I was up five bands, momma knew I wasn't workin' for shit no bap

But niggas get greedy, seen a nigga stab a other nigga for a phone inside of the trizzy

I gave a bucket a toke and watched him overdose in front of my face it was [?]

Brodie tellin' me he wanna get back, swear to God, gotta fuck up the city, yeah

Gotta fuck up the trenches

Niggas go twenty-five, twenty-five, me and bro go fifty-fifty

A hunnid if I see a opp, dunkin' on him like Drummond

I just got the drop, tell the opps that we comin'

Fill him up in a Backwood, Russian

Heard there's a 'ollie outside, I'm rushin' and clutchin'

See opp, pop out, bust it, niggas say I'm pushin' their buttons

The switch the only thing that I be touchin'

Uh, yeah, uh

Got a Drac' up inside of the backpack, niggas woulda thought I'm holdin' a laptop

Choose any team you need to click up, my shooters on baseline tryna play blacktop, nigga

You tryna face man, put on your cleats nigga, [?] start gettin' the creeps

Lets talk about stats nigga, then I'm elite, I got shots up close, free throws and threes

Don't get it confused, my niggas throw up the C's but me and Chiraq bangin' B's, nigga

They call me Meech, flew OT, break the brick down in a week

I hit up the trap, any time I come back I'ma whip it up and go straight back to the T

Momma knew I had some talent, didn't know for what but she know gettin' out the streets

When I was a jit, she never knew I was runnin' other niggas off of the strip

And then I hit a lick, I was up five bands, momma knew I wasn't workin' for shit no bap