Backpack (feat. 432Goo)

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Ray Rome

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I got me a blunt, I won't pass that
I got a P in this backpack
This is some loud, know this is no air pack
I want a Hellcat, I want a Scat pack
Come to my crib, I might tap that
Know I'm in charge, no captain
We shoot a scene, no acting bae
I shoot my shot like a Maverick bae
Can't trust nobody, record with my pole
Leave that boy glitching, they thought he was froze
432, I'm fly like a crow
Dressed in all black like some motherfucking coal
Freaky lil bitch, come and take off your clothes
Hit from the back, I might nut on her nose
If she don't f*ck, she can go walk home
I took his bitch, made her touch on her toes
Niggas be hating, I do not condone
Nigga touch me, hundred shots at his dome
She single to me, she don't f*ck with my bros
That boy he ain't down, he be folding like clothes
Nigga touch me, let it spray like Febreze
It can get violent, Lil Dra gotta squeeze
We wipe his nose if that boy gotta sneeze
Make that bitch pray, she gone get on her knees
No, I can't hang, but I got on a tee
Amiri apparel, this shit is not cheap
She hit the backend, she say Glizzy let's link
The slimiest nigga, she know that I creep
She come outside we gone f*ck in the seat
I hit her one time and that pussy unique
She like all my money, my pockets obese
She won't get a dime cuz I spend it on me
She won't get a dime cuz I spend it on me
She know that I spend all that shit on myself
I do not smoke on no damn ten a G
She know everything that I smoke is top shelf
4 to the face, I can't pass that
K with the stock, but I'm not talking NASDAQ
Boosie, Mulatto, she tryna get nasty
Spent a thousand on a ratchet, but you know it's fancy
And that bitch came with attachments
I got the pounds like hashtags
I got 'em right there , right in the backpack
CJ, San Andreas
I ride in a jetpack
I been high for so long
I got jet lag
I shot my shot and you know that I wet that
Major comeback from a lil setback
Come up boy
You can f*ck around and get your whole damn set clapped
Just for capping like you with that
You can f*ck around and get your whole damn set clapped
Just for capping like you with that
Boy we knowing that you is not with that
You was not like that in high school
My niggas pull up, make a nigga get ghost
Every time my niggas ride by you
Been balling since a jit Caillou
Still kicking shit like Ryu
Wipe a nigga nose, aiming at you
Might hit your homeboy and not you
Bullets ain't got no damn name
In this game, no damn shame
Nigga pull up right now in the booth
Detown said y'all ain't snatching no chains
Can't rob a rapper right after a session
If that rapper strapped up with the Smith and Wesson
My niggas they got it on them for protection
You know that Glizzy in the fucking booth
You know that Glizzy spit the fucking truth
Hop on the beat like my name is Neezy
I got your hoe , and she coughing and wheezing
Think she got COVID-19
I can let off eleven shots out this thirty, and still be holding nineteen
Road to riches, I can only see the money
You know that I'm using high beams
Red in my eyes
Yeah, baby girl I'm blunted, and I do not need no Visine
I told MCC f*ck a Degree like I don't care about my hygiene
I got me a blunt, I won't pass that
I got a P in this backpack
This is some loud, know this is no air pack
I want a Hellcat, I want a Scat pack
Come to my crib, I might tap that
Know I'm in charge, no captain
We shoot a scene, no acting bae
I shoot my shot like a Maverick bae

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