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Back at It Again at Quavo

Bacc at It Once more

Quavo, Yella Beezy, Gucci Mane

Bacc at It Again


Twelvemonth:
2019
3:48
one,336
#25

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Cook that shit up Quay!  Oh my gosh, back at it over again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' once again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'one thousand stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'1000 back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) hey, hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' over again (blaow) hey Proceed a quarter on me, haversack in the Benz (cash, greenbacks)  Quavo Uh, back at it, back at information technology, uh Count up a hundred, throw racks at information technology, uh Yeah, my wrist a Titanic, uh Ice hit the glacier, it do damage (ice) Uh, yeah your nigga gon' panic I run across through her panties like a panoramic (hey) Yeah, then go back to whippin' And get back to trappin' young nigga back at information technology (woo) Uh, if information technology'due south too crowded might shoot out the roof And say, "Let them come through" (pow pw) Keep it one g when I'm in the booth I spent two k to step in the shoes (gang) Gang on gang how y'all think we gon' lose (gang) Back to dorsum motorcade, that how we move (woo) On momma porch was sittin' on the stoop (momma) When I hopped up I took off to the Moon (ooh)  Oh my gosh, back at information technology over again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'grand in the hood, they call back I'yard back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at it once more (back at it) hey, hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey Big ole 40 on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey Go on a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (greenbacks, greenbacks)  My diamonds similar Fiji, bitch, I'thousand Yella Beezy Iced-out in this freezer, only copped a Luigi Oh take it like shooting fish in a barrel, you lot trippin' I'm leavin' My drank in the freezer, this shit don't come up easy I'm trappin' I mean it, my claret double One thousand me The Cougar the heater, take la seƱorita I'll send some shots through a nigga married woman-beater Chopper knock a nigga out on his people Don't call me, lil' baby, I'k sorry don't need ya Last month I got shot upwards, I been went up on features Torso for body my niggas some demons We tit for tat, leave you lot busted and bleedin' Stopped in Atlanta in the booth with my Nina Back in the mean solar day used to trap in a Beamer I'thousand a true hustler my bitch is a schemer Skeet in her eyes and that lil' bitch a creamer (aye)  Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at information technology) In the kitchen whippin', I'thousand rappin' once more (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, and so I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'k in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' once more (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at it once again (back at information technology) (uh), hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' over again, hey, hey Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (cash, cash)  Wrist and then froze, can't shake hands, I gotta requite you a pound Style my bank account quadrupled, think I'1000 still slingin' pounds (wow) Told them castin' my vote for who tryna get this dope 'cross the border Grew up I'g from Eastward Atlanta, but stand my footing like it'due south Florida F*ck the judge, f*ck the bailiff, f*ck 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 Wait similar a Rolls Royce dealership, every time I bring out my cars F*ck the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar (Southward'Gucci) Twenty-four One thousand, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers (guwop) I'k thinking' large, talkin' onetime money, Chico DeBarge Lou say I'thousand xx futuristic movin' this part (it's Gucci)  Oh my gosh, back at information technology again (back at information technology) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bowwow, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they recall I'thou dorsum trappin' once again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, dorsum at it again (back at it) hey, hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' once again, hey, hey Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey Go along a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (greenbacks, greenbacks)

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Gucci Mane

Written by: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Markies Deandre Conway, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delantic Davis

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