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Bacc At It Again Lyrics - Artist : Gucci Mane
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[Yella Beezy:] Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again (Whip it) Keep on playin bitch then I'm stabbin' ya friend I'm in the hood they think I'm back trappin' again (Trappin') Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again Big ole forty on me, back packin' again Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash) [Quavo:] Quavo Back at it, back at it Count up a hundred throw racks at it Yeah my wrist a Titanic Ice hit the glacier, it do damage (Ice) Yeah your nigga gon' panic I see through her panties like a panoramic (Hey) Yeah now get back to whippin' And get back to trappin' young nigga back at it If it's too crowded might out the roof And say let them come through Keep it one thousand when I'm in the booth I spent two thousand to step in the shoes Gang on gang how you think we gon' lose Back to back motorcade, that how we move On momma porch was sittin' on the stoop (Momma) When I hopped up I took off to the Moon (Ooh) [Yella Beezy:] Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again (Whip it) Keep on playin bitch then I'm stabbin' ya friend I'm in the hood they think I'm back trappin' again (Trappin') Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again Big ole forty on me, back packin' again Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash) My diamonds like Fiji, bitch, 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 shit don't come easy I'm trappin' I mean it, my blood double G me The Cougar the heater, take la señorita ? I'll send some shots through a nigga wife-beater Chopper knock a nigga out on his people Don't call me, lil baby, I'm sorry don't need ya Last month I got shot up, I been win up on features Body for body my niggas some demons We tit for tat, leave you busted and bleedin' Stop in Atlanta in the booth with my Nina Back in the day used to trap in a Beamer I'm a true hustler my bitch is a schemer Skeet in her eyes and that lil bitch a creamer (Ay) Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again (Whip it) Keep on playin bitch then I'm stabbin' ya friend I'm in the hood they think I'm back trappin' again (Trappin') Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again Big ole forty on me, back packin' again Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash) [Gucci Mane:] Wrist so froze, can't shake hands, I gotta give you a pound 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 Grew up from East Atlanta, but stand my ground like it's Florida Fuck the judge, fuck the bailiff, fuck the local reporter Tell the whole truth to my lawyer, Guwop slicker than 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 Fuck the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar (S'Gucci) Twenty-four K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers (Guwop) I'm thinking' large, talkin' old money, Chico DeBarge Lou say I'm 20 futuristic movin' this part (S'Gucci) [Yella Beezy:] Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again (Whip it) Keep on playin bitch then I'm stabbin' ya friend I'm in the hood they think I'm back trappin' again (Trappin') Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it) All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again Big ole forty on me, back packin' again Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash) |
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