Ken Car$on - BackPack lyrics

[Intro] Outtatown but we never out of money Star Boy, you're my hero Loesoe going crazy [Chorus] Yeah, I know she don't like me, she wanna fu*k 'cause I got cash, yeah This b*tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah These ni**as, they do what I do, they stealin' my moves, they stealin' my swag, yeah You know that I'm clutchin' a tool, I'm ready to shoot, I can't go out sad, yeah I fu*k her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah You know I stay clutchin' a tool, I point it at you and ask where them racks at Said we went to the same middle school, I don't give a fu*k, lil' b*tch, where that cash at? You was flexin', you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack [Verse] Ayy, yeah, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack I'm fu*kin' your b*tch, she throw up the gang, she got that boy mad mad He want smoke 'bout a b*tch, he want smoke 'bout a ho, he want smoke 'bout a nat-nat I just fu*k on that b*tch and I'm letting her go, you can have that ho back, back I just bought a K and I'm lettin' it blow, I just got a beam and a scope attached If a ni**a try me then I'm letting it go, if he reach for my chain I'ma blast Leave a ni**a dead like I just stole his drugs, I swear this gon' be your last laugh Swear these ni**as be lame, swear these ni**as be broke, swear these ni**as steady need a bath And I can't get caught lackin' so I keep a pole These ni**as be acting, these ni**as need a movie role I really be high as fu*k, really be rockin' these shows and fu*king these hoes They see me on IG and see me on Twitter but I swear these ni**as don't know me [Chorus] Yeah, I know she don't like me, she wanna fu*k 'cause I got cash, yeah This b*tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah These ni**as, they do what I do, they stealin' my moves, they stealin' my swag, yeah You know that I'm clutchin' a tool, I'm ready to shoot, I can't go out sad, yeah I fu*k her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah You know I stay clutchin' a tool, I point it at you and ask where them racks at Said we went to the same middle school, I don't give a fu*k, lil' b*tch, where that cash at? You was flexin', you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh*t up, I'm takin' your backpack (Yeah)