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blckk - backpack lyrics

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[verse]
keep a vest on my bedside table
figure out a way that i could steal from a label
why they look at me like i’m so f+cking ungrateful
and this sh+t not different, b+tch, i been unstable, uh
like i’m off my meds
if i ever did get ’em, i’d sell ’em (yeah)
i really never gave a f+ck what you want from me
and i could get ya boy stuck, don’t f+ck with me (pop, pop)
step one: drink a little too much
step three: wrap the b+tch up in a trunk
tell the police “you don’t know a god d+mn thing
’cause you never really did keep up”
yеah, ask for directions, you not really from ’round herе
you been really on the move like all year
and you don’t call sh+t home, you don’t got one
only bought a gun ’cause you love to see the cops run
i really took a b+tch back when she played me
and then i f+ck around and now i got a+
and it’s up when you f+ck with my paycheck
yeah, what’s up? you want blood? i got payback
i seen my face on the television, turn it up
i got every other reason i should run it up
and i feel like i’m worth ’bout a hundred bucks (yeah)
i could up it if you motherf+cking give it up
yeah, what’s in your wallet?
what’s in your pocket?
what’s in your motherf+cking backpack? stop it
and your brand new phone that you call b+tches on
and you tell ’em that you wish they wouldn’t talk so much ’bout me
it’s on me
i been sittin’ back chillin’ for a minute
i should really get back on my bullsh+t
you know, when i tell ’em i’ma k!ll ’em if they f+ck with me
wrap sh+t up, back, no k!lla
took my blood like you ate my dinner
f+ck with my name, watching ice get thinner
p+ss on your grave, i’m a god d+mn winner
sh+t that’s in my pocket take your god d+mn skin off (yeah)
tell that boy to watch himself ’cause i’ll spin ’em (yeah)
tell him myself, b+tch, i’m f+cking y’all sisters
k!ll y’all self ‘fore you get sh+t twisted, huh



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