BackPack (feat. "Deo")
Msosa
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Gang Gang Gang Gang Aye Aye My shoulders is heavy got cash in the bag Wake up and I pray turn on my swag Designer legit you can see the tag Tryna be humble I'm not tryna brag Day ones only so you cannot hang Drive to paint like I'm Luol Deng I heard you in love with her bro but I'm sorry to tell you she sucking and fucking the gang Fucking that hoe then I kick her out now she coming right back like a boomerang Pull up in a all white Mustang I'm in her crib she typing my name in computers and now we fucking to my song Hello Msosa my name is stop you gotta pay for me to get on a song Little boy move around this ain't where you belong Ride with my brothers if they right or wrong Police come around like who did the crime I don't got a clue I don't even know This shit in my cup got me moving slow Glock on the gram they do it for show (Bitch) I'm only a rookie they call me a pro Why would I pay her to suck me up her sister doing it better for free Bitch you got Thirty-Two bodies I cannot keep you go ahead back in the streets Saw me on the gram now she wanna meet Me and Deo like Jason and Freddy when we going back and forth on the beat In the future I'm tryna f*ck Raven Symone Never ducking action while want the smoke Think he a steppa he really a joke Whole lot of money I'm getting some more My shoulders is heavy got cash in the bag Wake up and I pray turn on my swag Designer legit you can see the tag Tryna be humble I'm not tryna brag Aye Aye Tryna be humble I'm not tryna brag Fucking these hoes in the back of the Bach Tell em that Deo and Sosa gone swerve through the streets F*ck a cop cause we doing the dash When the light red my engine on go When the light yellow I'm not moving slow When the light green all my niggas on go All the whip that we got on the roads not for show I don't got a pencil or pen in this book bag That's what they say but we know they ain't with that Stop toting poles on yo hip if you not with the shit We gone treat you like its mortal kombat Pull to his crib if he keep talking shit Then I pull to his job just to see where his car at Three bullets in then we broke through the shield Two of them bitches went right where his head at Streets sounding like its the Fourth of July You use to this shit if you grew up in Chiraq I bought a watch that's encrusted in diamonds You bought a watch that turn green where the gears at They want me to sign them a deal cause they like how I rap but I don't wanna be on a contract I got a bitch who would die for a nigga like me if she want it we don't look at price tags
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Written by: Deovyonne Patterson, Miracle Nebechi
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