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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Lee
Frank Lee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey (oh shit, oh shit goddam, oh shit, oh shit)
Bitch we outside with it feeling like I'm oh three
Being tender by the hoe tryna expose you not pee
**** tryna make hits and do skits they ain't me
Man it's 2022 these hoes gone fuck for the fee
A **** rap and I make these bitches laugh I'm in mode with it (ohh)
These **** talking crazy I'm on reach into this (backpack, backpack)
Too many glocks in this (backpack, backpack)
Know what the fuck going on ****
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too
Too much shit in here, yeah
Anything you might need, I got inside for you
We got it all **** (backpack, backpack), finna reach to this (backpack, backpack)
They gone bleed when I reach in this (backpack, backpack), bitch (backpack, backpack)
Ha, yeah we on that, this shit is fuck the other side
Ha, and we ain't talking hair products they gone die
Ha, Futurama hit em with that, get em fried
Ha, fuck it we gone treat em like em shoot, get em tied
Ha, it's crazy I can make music for the thick bitches
And can make some shit for the real ****, let's go (backpack, backpack)
Yeah (backpack, backpack), let's do it, aye
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too (glockies)
Anything you might need, I got inside for you (we got it all baby)
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too (yeah)
Anything that you might need I got inside for you (let's do it)
Aye, you want the pills? Call Mike for'em (ha)
Every show I do is lit, they gettin' hyped for'em (yeah)
You a bitch up on that phone, you gon' type for'em (yeah)
Birdie and that cat crazy, it's a night storm
No project but a **** goin' fed, baby (yeah)
You want a couple dollars? Ooh, I need some head, baby
(Backpack, backpack) Bitch (backpack, backpack) let's do it
On the backpack loaded up with things that knick-knacks too
Anything you might need, I got inside for you, let's do it (backpack, backpack)
What's in there? (backpack, backpack) let's do it (backpack, backpack) how let's get it? (backpack, backpack)
Bitch, ayy, put the city on the map, no Dora
Mack to his face, have him sing it like Korra
Shit, I guess she a hoe, she gon' explore
Little-ass pay, that ain't enough, I need more
**** can't switch they shit like me
I'm finna glaze on her face like a camera, no teeth
Backpack, backpack, backpack, backpack
On the backpack loaded up with things and knick-knacks too
Anything that you might need, I got inside for you
Written by: Frank Lee, Shawn Evans
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