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racks in the backpack - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
n*gga
(holy—)
put blowers in backpacks, n*gga, 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 h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em
i don’t really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin’
glad bag of caillous’ll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, for real)
sit me down to h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em (sh*t)
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
n*gga, 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 h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em
i don’t really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin’
glad bag of caillous’ll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, b*tch, for real)
sit me down to h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em (sh*t, n*gga)
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 sh*t won’t unzip?
take a listen, i could put you on some cold sh*t
kim juan finna catch these jackie chan dope kicks
you ain’t passed on no stinc, n*gga, stop lyin’
we believe in the truth, n*gga, not science
these some big dogs talkin’, n*gga, be quiet
where the beef at? b*tch, i’m steppin’ in with johnny rocket
backs in the backpack, like why you ask that?
police vibes, yeah, duh, b*tch, 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, sh*t
head gone, n*gga, they don’t got a chance
ptsd, i don’t think these n*ggas understand
where my bl!ck? b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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 h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em
i don’t really like n*ggas around me, they be back bitin’
glad bag of caillous’ll get a n*gga duck taped (sh*t, for real)
sit me down to h*ll with the goons, i’m tryna chat with ’em (sh*t)
it’s racks in the backpack, don’t put the strap in it

- otm lyrics

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