[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Band)
Bizzank
(Let the BandPlay)
Okay
Uh (Uh Uh), Uh, Uh

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
She sent me some pictures on Snapchat (What's that?)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Damn)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Woo)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Hah, woke up feelin' like the man of the year (Yeah)
Speedin' in the Lamb and I ran into a deer (Yeah)
I only speak money, n***a, I'm deaf I can't hear (Yeah)
That pack touchdown, that's a celebration cheer (Yeah)
Big boy solitaires, hangin' out my ears (Yeah)
They fucked up, they let a real n***a up in here (Yeah)
Grew up watchin' n***as cook crack and drink beer (Yeah)
I'm geeked on the lean and she geeked on the pills (Uh)
Put in overtime, now I'm playin' with the M's (Uh)
Dope boy, pocket full with money and some Timbs (Uh)
Thug life, we ballin' above the rim (Uh)
Dunkin' on packs like I'm Duncan (Tim, uh)
Green light, shoot 'em in his face when I see 'em (Yeah)
Off White, Retros, Cartier Lens (Yeah)
Get whacked playin' both sides of the fence (Yeah)
Swervin' through traffic with chops in the Benz (Stupid)
Couple hundred racks in the backpack (Woah)
Look how that thing jiggled, had to smack that (Woah)
He told on everybody, oh, he a rat, rat (Damn)
I'm in the Double R, matte black (Matte Black)
Who that in the car? Blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt)
Trump couldn't make America great again
But fuck that, we 'bout to bring the trap back (Uh)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
Got a light 300 in the backpack (Woo)
She sent me some pictures on Snapchat (What's that?)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Damn)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Woo)
That thang sittin' on her back fat fat (Yeah, uh)