[Intro] [laughing] Tiny shoes Big bag Zip it up Then I zigzag [Verse 1] Name’s Little Backpacker Zipper talk louder than me Got a flyer with my face At every corner mart in the city Clerk see this hoodie He already hit that bell I’m the playground rumor Parents love to tell Candy aisle king I walk like I own those rows Barcodes start sweating Soon as I crease my toes Got chips in the sleeve Got gum in the brim of my cap If it crinkles when I sit I just call that “kid drip,” facts [Chorus] I’m the shoplifting terror of the 7‑Eleven Little Backpacker, legend at the AM PM Grab and go, grab and go, then I’m gone again It’s a joke, it’s a phase, I’m just braggin’ with my friends I’m the shoplifting terror of the 7‑Eleven Little Backpacker, legend at the AM PM Grab and go, grab and go, then I’m gone again Mama say, “Boy, that story better stay pretend” [Verse 2] Hit the door chime Heart beat jumping like “run” But I move real slow Act bored, lickin’ my thumb Got a soda in my jacket Got a comic in my sock If I sneeze too hard Half the aisle might drop Clerk side-eye He like “Kid, what you doin’?” I’m like “Just homework” But my pockets still balloonin’ Then I picture steel cuffs That cold click on my wrist So I put it all back Just a cap gun twist [Bridge] [little kids chanting] Grab a snack, pay it back Don’t end up in that back room trap ‘Cause that tough guy act? It fade real fast When they call your mom Put it all on blast [Chorus] I’m the shoplifting terror of the 7‑Eleven Little Backpacker, legend at the AM PM Grab and go, grab and go, then I’m gone again It’s a joke, it’s a phase, I’m just braggin’ with my friends I’m the shoplifting terror of the 7‑Eleven Little Backpacker, legend at the AM PM Grab and go, grab and go, then I’m gone again Mama say, “Boy, that story better stay pretend”

rap, Greasy West Coast slap with swung drums and rubbery bass, kids’ chant hook over menacing bells and playful toy-synth leads. Verses ride a tight mid-tempo pocket, male child vocals delivered with cocky bounce; hook stacks gang-style group shouts, ad-libs, and quick stop‑downs. Overall feel is cartoonish, satirical, and over-the-top rather than realistic or instructive.