Yo, listen up crew, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't messin' around. These cats are stackin' in green, livin' large and flexin' their ice. They rockin' the sickest fits and ridin' in cruisers that pop. They throw every weekend, flauntin' their grind. But don't let the style fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a drive that'