The Backpack Song Lyrics

Ayyo
It's all about weed, stacks, and guns
Deep raps and guns
Everything always lead back to guns
Niggaz talk hip hop all the time
Throw a clip in they glock
And make ya hip hop with the nine
Sean is a savage
Gun da grimey crunchy and stuff
Probably, dine on swine if I'm hungry enough
Please! whatever is good
Is whatever that's hood
Come through with a new whip,
Leather and wood
Niggaz like, "where the backpack sean? "
Don't worry about it
Just back the f*ck up, fore I clap that cross Niggaz, sound the same
They ain't nothing they lame
So I cut my dreads off and used my government name (P!)
Yeah, that's my word to enlighten
You not peepin my words
You herds is deserving my fire
f*ck around and get popped in the grill
I'm outta here
But ya'll motherf*ckers know there ain't no stoppin until

It goes

[Chorus: x2]
Tell them hoes, tell your moms, tell ya son
Ruck be f-cutting 151
Hottest bag poppin since rap magazines
Big guns and shit, extra magazines

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