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Backpack, backpack Backpack, backpack I'm the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too Anything that you might need I've got inside for you Flo Milli shit Keep talkin' shit, it can get lit (Uh) You know I'm petty, don't try me lil' bitch (Bitch) I'm bougie and rich, tell her "get off my clit" (Duh) This ho think I'm playin'—do I look like a kid? P-pull out that chopper bitch, let's make a hit (Huh?) I'm peepin' her out, number one on my list (Ayy) Red beam in the door, when I aim I don't miss Don't open yo' lip 'Cause I just might reach in my (Ohh) Backpack I snowed out my wrist (Brr) I got some new drip (Ayy) Plenty racks in my new Gucci backpack (Marni) Ain't no tellin' what's up in my backpack, backpack Said he wanna tap that, tap that (Fuck me) Gave him my Snapchat, Snapchat (Duh) You bitches mad, mad, too bad I be like "aha, aha" (Hahaha) SongtexteFlo Milli shit They mad 'cause I'm really rich Backpack, backpack Backpack, backpack I'm the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too Anything that you might need I'vе got inside for you (Uh) Lil' hoe, just bought a car off the lot, and it's two-door (Skrrt) Girl you can look, but you bеt' not get too close (Bitch) I like my niggas when they drippin' too long (What? Ooh) I stay with a Glock, you can't play me like Uno (Can't play me) I ride for my bitches like Boots (Ooh) I fucked on her nigga like oops, oops (My bad) That boy stickin' to me like some glue Caught a vibe and didn't know what to do (Ooh) Backpack I snowed out my wrist (Brr) I got some new drip (Ayy) Plenty racks in my new Gucci backpack (Marni) Ain't no tellin' what's up in my backpack, backpack Said he wanna tap that, tap that (Fuck me) Gave him my Snapchat, Snapchat (Duh) You bitches mad, mad, too bad I be like "aha, aha" (Hahaha) Backpack, backpack Fat cat, fat cat Yeah! Aus Songtexte Mania