Yo, listen up squad, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't foolin' around. These cats are rippin' in dough, livin' large and flexin' their shine. They rockin' the flashiest threads and ridin' in rides that pop. They throw every weekend, celebratin' their wealth. But don't let the swag fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a drive