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backpack - meech (can) lyrics

[intro]
long live the guys man
(banddupp, stop playing)
got a drac’ up inside of the backpack, n*ggas woulda thought i’m holdin’ a laptop
woulda thought i’m holdin’ a laptop

[chorus]
got a drac’ up inside of the backpack, n*ggas woulda thought i’m holdin’ a laptop
choose any team you need to cl!ck up, my shooters on baseline tryna play blacktop, n*gga
you tryna face man, put on your cleats n*gga, [?] start gettin’ the creeps
lets talk about stats n*gga, then i’m elite, i got shots up close, free throws and threes
don’t get it confused, my n*ggas throw up the c’s but me and chiraq bangin’ b’s, n*gga
they call me meech, flew ot, break the brick down in a week
i hit up the trap, any time i come back i’ma whip it up and go straight back to the t
momma knew i had some talent, didn’t know for what but she know gettin’ out the streets
when i was a jit, she never knew i was runnin’ other n*ggas off of the strip
and then i hit a l!ck, i was up five bands, momma knew i wasn’t workin’ for sh*t no bap

[verse]
but n*ggas get greedy, seen a n*gga stab a other n*gga for a phone inside of the trizzy
i gave a bucket a toke and watched him overdose in front of my face it was [?]
brodie tellin’ me he wanna get back, swear to god, gotta f*ck up the city, yeah
gotta f*ck up the trenches
n*ggas go twenty*five, twenty*five, me and bro go fifty*fifty
a hunnid if i see a opp, dunkin’ on him like drummond
i just got the drop, tell the opps that we comin’
fill him up in a backwood, russian
heard there’s a ‘ollie outside, i’m rushin’ and clutchin’
see opp, pop out, bust it, n*ggas say i’m pushin’ their b*ttons
the switch the only thing that i be touchin’
uh, yeah, uh
[chorus]
got a drac’ up inside of the backpack, n*ggas woulda thought i’m holdin’ a laptop
choose any team you need to cl!ck up, my shooters on baseline tryna play blacktop, n*gga
you tryna face man, put on your cleats n*gga, [?] start gettin’ the creeps
lets talk about stats n*gga, then i’m elite, i got shots up close, free throws and threes
don’t get it confused, my n*ggas throw up the c’s but me and chiraq bangin’ b’s, n*gga
they call me meech, flew ot, break the brick down in a week
i hit up the trap, any time i come back i’ma whip it up and go straight back to the t
momma knew i had some talent, didn’t know for what but she know gettin’ out the streets
when i was a jit, she never knew i was runnin’ other n*ggas off of the strip
and then i hit a l!ck, i was up five bands, momma knew i wasn’t workin’ for sh*t no bap

- meech can lyrics

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