kxmcxle - Backpack!

(Haha, wait bitch)
Got a blade in my backpack
I ain't doin' no cap rap
She suckin' and slobbin' you know this shit poppin' i'm bout a go backtrack (Haha)
She pullin' up right in a Honda I hop in they tell me I gotta relax
Fuck it i'm cuttin' his body i'm catchin' a homie i'm leavin' his noggin detached
Ima leave em' in a barrel! and i'm broke I don't worry bout apparel
Come and choke, Ima give her ass a bone no marrow
I'm the goat, call me cupid with a bow no arrow
I be poppin' and you not it when i'm flowing I be switchin'
And I be hearing that he bitchin' Ima do it in the studio
It's lookin' like i'm cookin' in the kitchen
I put a beat up in the skillet, then you know i'm bout a kill it
I'll distill it like it's water I ain't sip it
And let me tell you from a distance I ain't bitchin' if he talkin' Ima run it
Got a blade up in my backpack
I heard he dissin' but he cap rap
Run it through the gutter for my mother try to take it Ima clap back
And Ima fuck her then I backtrack
Hit it from the back and when i'm bussin' Ima save it to my Snapchat
He talkin' but he cannot back that
Kick it with a few i'm bout a cut em' then I run off
I just got some tit pic's (Ha)
In the car make her lick dick, hit it everyday i'm bout a fuck and then I dip shit
And I ain't tryna' run it if you playin'
I be goin' super sayin' he gone run up in my Dm's but i'm lit bitch
And Ima fuck her in the telly' here we goin' is you ready
Got my meat up in her belly she be sick bitch
I'm bout a go off is you ready, when i'm flowin' it be steady
Ima go and get the fetti' take a pic' bitch (Wait)
Get a hoe make her lip lock, tell em' kick rocks
And put some pounds in a ziplock
Beggin' for my nut i'm bout a put it in her gut
And then we're leavin' Ima fuck and then repeat it by the weekend
Talkin' in my Dm's when i'm runnin' to a bag, do the dash
I be focused on my feelings and my cash
Hit her ass, with a back shot this hittin' like a crack rock
Bad that, smackin' on that booty like a slap shot (yuh)
Ima run it til' i'm winnin' I remember I was trippin'
I was droppin' all them xannies in my Lipton
I don't pop em' anymore i'm steady focused
And i'm gifted Ima spit it, I been seeing all this shit it got me spinnin' (Yuh)
It got me spinnin' but i'm stayin' in my lane sniffin' cane
I don't fuck with that it's feelin' really lame
He ain't hangin' he ain't bangin' he just tryna' be with gang
Hit a stain, he gone stutter when i'm askin' what he claim
Got a blade in my backpack
I ain't doin' no cap rap
She suckin' and slobbin' you know this shit poppin' i'm bout a go backtrack
She pullin' up right in a Honda I hop in they tell me I gotta relax
Fuck it i'm cuttin' his body i'm catchin' a homie
I'm leavin' his noggin detached
Bitch Ima hit em' with a tank
And he broke so his weed don't stank
He be talkin' bout that action but his ego sank
I ain't really with the acting on the scene I don't wait
Tell my Mama I love her but i'll be coming home late
Cause i'm bout a be creepin'
He talkin' some shit he'll be dead by the weekend
I jump out the bushes he bout a be tweakin' he talk for no reason
I'm cutting his body to pieces

Written by:
Kameron Cole

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