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Backpack

 

Backpack

(album: Caught Fire - 2019)


ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

Burberry print on my backpack
I ran out of breath, I was chasing that sack
Ain't no McDonald's, my shooter got big MACs
Flex on these niggas, my pockets got big racks (Flex, Kpreme)
Got a new Glock four-oh, jet black (Baow)
Run up the wrong way, you gon' get your shit cracked
I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback)
All of these hoes wanna fuck, where your lips at? (Ugh)
I keep the Glock tucked right where my dick at (Glock)
Young nigga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee)
Smoking exotic, shit strong like a six-pack (Strong)
Louis bandana, I bought it from Saks (Louis)
I got a butterfly all on my hat
My socks, my belt, they match (Hee)
My neck, my wrist, it match (Ice)
I'm lit in this bitch like a match (Lit)

8 in the morning, she ate me like Apple Jacks (Suck it)
Got to the bag and I swear I'ma triple that (Fih, beep)
Ride in a foreign coupe, don't do the Cadillac
Free that boy 'Sito, he rode with the dirty strap ('Sito)
I got some clean, but I also got dirty racks (Dirty racks)
Magic on Monday, we probably blew thirty racks
UPS van, he just dropped off a hundred packs
I'm in the stu' working, I got a hundred tracks
I do the Jeffreys and you do the TJ Maxx
If I fuck on your bitch, it's a wrap (Fuck that bitch)
Backwood fatter than a fucking burrito wrap
Your blunt be skinny just like a mosquito legs (Damn)
So much ice on my wrist, that this bitch, she might need a sled (Ice)
I won't let that money get to my head (Fih, beep)
Alex McQueen, that's wrapped all on my head (McQueen)
Play with that, fih, beep, end up dead (Bah)

Burberry print on my backpack
I ran out of breath, I was chasing that sack
Ain't no McDonald's, my shooter got big MACs
Flex on these niggas, my pockets got big racks (Flex, Kpreme)
Got a new Glock four-oh, jet black (Baow)
Run up the wrong way, you gon' get your shit cracked
I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback)
All of these hoes wanna fuck, where your lips at? (Ugh)
I keep the Glock tucked right where my dick at (Glock)
Young nigga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee)
Smoking exotic, shit strong like a six-pack (Strong)
Louis bandana, I bought it from Saks (Louis)
I got a butterfly all on my hat
My socks, my belt, they match (Hee)
My neck, my wrist, it match (Ice)
I'm lit in this bitch like a match (Lit)

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

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