Yo, listen up crew, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't foolin' around. These cats are stackin' in dough, livin' large and flauntin' their ice. They rockin' the sickest fits and ridin' in trucks that slay. They party every weekend, showin' their grind. But don't let the aura fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a drive that's