Backpack, backpack, backpack All the backpacks loaded up with things and knickknacks too Anything that you might need, I got inside for you So Millie said Keep talking shit, it can get lit You know I'm petty, don't try me lil bitch I'm bougie and rich, tell her get off my clit This hoe think I'm playing, do I look like a kid? Pull out that chopper bitch, let's make a hit I'm peeping out, number one on my list Red beam in the dark when I aim, I don't miss Don't open your lips, cause I just might reach in my Backpack, I snowed on my wrist I got some new drip, plenty racks in my new Gucci Backpack, ain't no telling what's up in my Backpack, backpack Say he wanna tap that, tap that Give him my Snapchat, Snapchat You bitches mad mad, too bad I be like ah ha, ah ha