BACKPACK

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[Intro] Uh, yeah [Verse] Keep a vest on my bedside table, figure out a way that I could steal from a label Why they look at me like I'm so fuckin' ungrateful? And this shit not different, bitch, I been unstable, uh Like I'm off my meds, if I ever did get 'em, I'd sell 'em (Yeah) I really never gave a fuck what you want from me And I could get ya' boy stuck, don't fuck with me (Pop, pop) Step one, drink a lil' too much Step three, wrap the bitch up in a trunk Tell the police you don't know a goddamn thing 'cause you never really did keep up Yеah, ask for directions, you not really from 'round herе You been really on the move, like, all year And you don't call shit home, you don't got one Only bought a gun 'cause you love to see the cops run I really took a bitch back when she played me, and then I fuck around and now I got a— And it's up when you fuck with my paycheck Yeah, what's up? You want blood? I got payback I see my face on the television, turn it up I got every other reason I should run it up And I feel like I'm worth 'bout a hundred bucks (Yeah) I could up it if you motherfuckin' give it up Yeah, what's in yo' wallet? What's in yo' pocket? What's in yo' motherfucking backpack? Stop it And your brand-new phone that you call bitches on And you tell 'em that you wish they wouldn't talk so much 'bout me, it's on me I been sittin' back chillin' for a minute I should really get back on my bullshit You know, when I tell 'em I'ma kill 'em if they fuck with me Wrap shit up, back, no Killa, took my blood like you ate my dinner Fuck with my name, watchin' ice get thinner Piss on your grave, I'm a goddamn winner Shit that's in my pocket, take your goddamn skin off (Yeah) Tell that boy to watch himself 'cause I'll spin 'em (Yeah) Tell him myself, "Bitch, I'm fucking y'all sisters, kill y'all self 'fore you get shit twisted," huh (Huh)
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- BLCKK