Backpack lyrics

My backpack, my backpack

I might have some drugs 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 be

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

[Black Kray:]

Went small shopping, rocking with my baby

Cocaina Rari, skrrt skrrt bitch, get back

SickBoy, what you smoke bro? Sick off that gas pack

With my nigga Cold Hart, rockstar with big racks

Pull up in yo bitch car, ___?

Broke nigga, big knots, rubber band, the shit'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 shit off

Walking with my backpack, but no school yeah

Lil Shyne shined up all day, year long

• Artist:Cold Hart