Sean Price - The Backpack Song lyrics

rate me

Ayyo

It's all about weed, stacks, and guns

Deep raps and guns

Everything always lead back to guns

Niggaz talk hip hop all the time

Throw a clip in they glock

And make ya hip hop with the nine

Sean is a savage

Gun da grimey crunchy and stuff

Probably, dine on swine if I'm hungry enough

Please! whatever is good

Is whatever that's hood

Come through with a new whip,

Leather and wood

Niggaz like, "where the backpack sean? "

Don't worry about it

Just back the fuck up, fore I clap that cross

Niggaz, sound the same

They ain't nothing they lame

So I cut my dreads off and used my government name (P!)

Yeah, that's my word to enlighten

You not peepin my words

You herds is deserving my fire

Fuck around and get popped in the grill

I'm outta here

But ya'll motherfuckers know there ain't no stoppin until

It goes

Tell them hoes, tell your moms, tell ya son

Ruck be f-cutting 151

Hottest bag poppin since rap magazines

Big guns and shit, extra magazines