Bacc at it again – Yella Beezy lyrics

Lyrics Bacc at it again – Yella Beezy

Bacc at it again lyrics
[Chorus: Yella Beezy & Quavo]
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin’, I’m wrappin’ again (Whip it)
Keep on playin’, b***h, then I’m stabbin’ ya friend (Woo)
I’m in the hood, they think I’m back trappin’ again (Trappin’)
Woo, oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it, hey, hey)
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin’ again (Woo, hey, hey)
Big ol’ 40 on me, back packin’ again (Blaow, hey)
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo
Uh, back at it, back at it,
Count up 100, throw racks at it, uh
Yeah, my wrist a Titanic, uh
Ice hit the glacier, it do damage (Ice)
Uh, yeah, your n***a gon’ panic
I see through her panties like a panoramic
Yeah, then get back to whippin’
Then get back to trappin’, young n***a back at it (Woo)
Uh, if it’s too crowded might shoot out the roof
And say let them come through (Pow pow)
Keep it 1000 when I’m in the booth
I spent 2000 to step in the shoes (Uh)
Gang on gang, how you think we gon’ lose? (Gang)
Back to back motorcade, that’s how we move (Woo)
On momma porch was sittin’ on the stoop
When I hopped up I took off to the Moon

[Chorus: Yella Beezy & Quavo]
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin’, I’m wrappin’ again (Whip it)
Keep on playin’, b***h, then I’m stabbin’ ya friend (Woo)
I’m in the hood, they think I’m back trappin’ again (Trappin’)
Woo, oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it, hey, hey)
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin’ again (Woo, hey, hey)
Big ol’ 40 on me, back packin’ again (Blaow, hey)
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash)

[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
My diamonds like Fiji, b***h, I’m Yella Beezy
Iced-out in this freezer, just copped a Luigi
Oh, take it easy, you trippin’ I’m leavin’
My drank in the freezer, this s**t don’t come easy (Damn)
I’m trappin’ I mean it, my blood double G me (Damn)
The Cougar the heater, take la señorita (Ooh, ooh)
I’ll send some shots through a n***a wife-beater (Ooh, ooh)
Chopper knock a n***a out on his people (Ooh, ooh, bloaw)
Don’t call me, lil’ baby, I’m sorry, don’t need ya (Woo)
Last month I got shot up, I been win up on features (Damn)
Body for body, my niggas some demons
We tit for tat, leave you busted and bleedin’ (Woo)
Stop in Atlanta in the booth with my Nina
Back in the day used to trap in a Beamer (Uh, uh)
I’m a true hustler, my b***h is a schemer (Uh, uh)
Skeet in her eyes and that lil’ b***h a creamer (Ayy)

[Chorus: Yella Beezy, Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin’, I’m wrappin’ again (Whip it)
Keep on playin’, b***h, then I’m stabbin’ ya friend (Woo)
I’m in the hood, they think I’m back trappin’ again (Trappin’)
Woo, oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it, hey, hey)
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin’ again (Woo, huh, hey, hey)
Big ol’ 40 on me, back packin’ again (Blaow, hey)
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Wrist so froze, can’t shake hands, I gotta give you a pound (Huh)
Way my bank account quadrupled, think I’m still slingin’ pounds (Wow)
Told them castin’ my vote for who tryna get this dope ‘cross the border (Fo’sho)
Guwop, I’m from East Atlanta, but stand my ground like it’s Florida (Pssh, bloaw)
F**k the judge, f**k the bailiff, f**k the local reporter (F**k ’em, f**k ’em)
Tell the whole truth to my lawyer, Guwop slicker than oil (Oil)
Park the Dawn, rode the Wraith to the trap with the Adler
Look like a Rolls Royce dealership, every time I bring out my cars
F**k the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar (S’Gucci)
24K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers (Guwop)
I’m thinking’ large, talkin’ old money, Chico DeBarge (Ooh)
Lou say I’m 20 futuristic movin’ this part (S’Gucci)

[Chorus: Yella Beezy & Quavo]
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin’, I’m wrappin’ again (Whip it)
Keep on playin’, b***h, then I’m stabbin’ ya friend (Woo)
I’m in the hood, they think I’m back trappin’ again (Trappin’)
Woo, oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it, hey, hey)
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin’ again (Woo, hey, hey)
Big ol’ 40 on me, back packin’ again (Blaow, hey)
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz

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