[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Band)
Bizzank
(Let The Band Play)
Okay
Uh (Uh Uh) Uh Uh

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
She sent me some pictures on Snapchat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Woke up feeling like the man of the year
Speedin in the Lamb and I ran into a deer
I only speak money, n***a I'm deaf I can't hear
That pack touchdown that's a celebration cheer
Big boy solitaires hangin out my ears
They fucked up, they let a real n***a up in here
Grew up watching n***as cook crack and drink beer
I'm geeked on the lean and she geeked on thе pills
Put in overtime now I'm playing with the M's
Dopе boy pocket full with money and some Timbs
Thug life, we ballin above the rim
Dunkin on packs like I'm Duncan (Tim)
Green light, shoot him in his face when I see him
Off White, Retros, Cartier Lens
Get whacked playing both sides of the fence
Swervin' through traffic with chops in the Benz (Stupid)
Couple hundred racks in the backpack
Look how that thing jiggled had to smack that
He told on everybody oh he a rat rat
I'm in the Double R, matt black
Who that in the car? blatt blatt
Trump couldn't make America great again, but fuck that we about to bring the trap back

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
She sent me some pictures on Snapchat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat (Yeah, Uh)

[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
Fizzle brought a strap, n***a blatt blatt
With a trunk full of bowls, that’s the gas pack
23’s on my feet, when my uncle said “uh” pop a flag out the left with my hat back (grape)
Hit him with the stick, that’s the big mac (hit ‘em up)
Racks in my pocket make my pants sag (rackies)
Pull up, 100 deep 100 straps out on that block with that lil n***a posting it (pussy)
Rearrange his face with this tool oouu, pop out you see all the jewels (i’m cool)
Yo bitch be feelin’ this dude
He say he stepping, we take the boys shoes (take em’ off)
Tryna rob me, you a fool
Put that boys face on the motherfucking news (dummy)
Gang with me, gone with the move
I make a call and them lil n***as shoot (fya fya)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
Got a light 300 in the backpack
She sent me some pictures on Snapchat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat
That thing sitting on her back fat fat (Yeah, Uh)