bckpckbyz (part. Peso Pluma)

In the bay is where that dream came true
Of my buddy Juan carrying cash
I grabbed my backpack and took some risks
And now I’m hanging here with ice

We went up, I’m not looking for fame
BackPack Boyz, the weed
Sometimes, at the beach, it gets wild
She likes the champagne

And, at Javier’s, the daiquiris are flowing
We’re hitting the club with the crew

I close deals with gelato
I gotta always protect my identity
I’m packing heat and, on one side, my bro
We’re gonna grow that weed

Haha
BackPack Boyz, wuh
Hahaha, uh

We turn our flowers into magic
And the greens get spent well
In Los Angeles, where I found my home
Mexican descent

From head to toe, my body’s got the marks
And a blonde is by my side
Few know my face
Buddy P for the crowd

In Las Vegas, dressed in Balenciaga
Or at the clubs, putting on a show

I close deals with gelato
I gotta always protect my identity
I’m packing heat and, on one side, my bro
We’re gonna grow that weed

Haha, wuh
Here it goes, cousin