Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Nigga (Holy—) Put blowers in backpacks, nigga, do that Take two, that was pathetic, do it one more time I need that chain, please, and I don't mean to hold you I dropped a four in my cup, now I'm slurred, please don't mind the drugs It's racks in the backpack, don't put that strap in it [Chorus: Blue Pesos] It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em I don't really like niggas around me, they be back bitin' Glad bag of Caillous'll get a nigga duck taped (Shit, for real) Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (Shit) It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Down goes a pump faker, bully breaker, lunch taker Nigga, that's a hollow tip comin' out the K bare Daishiki, she be loud out the door, she is so ghetto At Kim Lee's lookin' for a meal, I be tiptoein', ugh So what you sayin'? [?], just use this rap statement I just knocked the block down with F&N, I'm playin' Jenga There's 10K in that bag, it can't tote the automatic, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em I don't really like niggas around me, they be back bitin' Glad bag of Caillous'll get a nigga duck taped (Shit, bitch, for real) Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (Shit, nigga) It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it [Verse 2: Duffy] Racks in the backpack, the strap won't fit We don't even do that, bro, what if your shit won't unzip? Take a listen, I could put you on some cold shit Kim Juan finna catch these Jackie Chan dope kicks You ain't passed on no Stinc, nigga, stop lyin' We believe in the truth, nigga, not science These some big dogs talkin', nigga, be quiet Where the beef at? Bitch, I'm steppin' in with Johnny Rocket Backs in the backpack, like why you ask that? Police vibes, yeah, duh, bitch, we both strapped Who is that? I'm finna bounce out, where my mask at? Pole dancer, I heard he got followed home from Mastro's, shit Head gone, nigga, they don't got a chance PTSD, I don't think these niggas understand Where my blick? Bitch, I need that right here by my hand Boogie down, made him hit the floor and do a dance Racks in the backpack, this a fifty-ball Pippy Longstocking on my hip, it ain't no close calls Who gon' come outside today? Let's take a roll call Be careful, bro, this chain'll turn you into Ray Charles Bling-blaow, shut the party down, I'm wildin' out Hundiddy, that's a hundred bands or a hundred rounds Nina in the front seat, yeah, bitch, I'm ridin' with her Long live the Don, the grim reaper keep talkin' to me [Chorus: Blue Pesos] It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em I don't really like niggas around me, they be back bitin' Glad bag of Caillous'll get a nigga duck taped (Shit, for real) Sit me down to hell with the goons, I'm tryna chat with 'em (Shit) It's racks in the backpack, don't put the strap in it