backpack (Prod. john mello)

Cold Hart
Black Kray
GBC
Goth Money
My backpack, my backpack
I might have some d***s in my Gucci backpack
My bags packed, my bags packed
I might leave home and never come back
My backpack, my backpack
I might pull up to the scene, Tommy backpack
Like that, yeah it's like that
Shawty so boujee but I like her like that
These hoes mad, but I'm glad
We at the citadel and we popping tags
I might go to Tokyo just to blow a a bag
She might be in Japanese clothing when I'm back
I might not lie, I might not cry
But the pain I feel yeah, I feel it inside
Just look at my ride, watch the engine cry
When I'm on the highway, I be flying right by
Remember watching MTV, Pimp My Ride
Now I pull up in the navigation inside
My and HotBoy KK in that brand new ride
Riding dirt bikes down the block all night
Shawty is a vampire and she might bite
I'm in Texas and LA, same night
Rolling fat woods, now I'm feeling so nice
You ain't living right but this is just my life, yeah
Went small shopping, rocking with my baby
Cocaina Rari, skrrt skrrt b****, get back
SickBoy, what you smoke bro? Sick off that gas pack
With my n**** Cold Hart, rockstar with big racks
Pull up in yo b**** car, (?)
Broke n****, big knots, rubber band, the s***'s popped
Seen her ass on (?), she a damn thot
Gotta wipe my wrist up, shined up and pissed off
Every chance I get, boo, hit the damn mall
500 dollars, spend that s*** off
Walking with my backpack, but no school yeah
Lil Shyne shined up all day, year long