Quavo Bacc at It Again Lyrics

Bacc at Information technology Again

Quavo, Yella Beezy, Gucci Mane

Yr:

2019

three:48

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Melt that shit up Quay!  Oh my gosh, back at it again (dorsum at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' once again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, and so I'grand stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'thou dorsum trappin' again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at information technology) hey, hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey Keep a quarter on me, haversack in the Benz (cash, cash)  Quavo Uh, dorsum at it, dorsum at it, uh Count up a hundred, throw racks at it, uh Aye, my wrist a Titanic, uh Ice hit the glacier, it do damage (ice) Uh, yes your nigga gon' panic I see through her panties like a panoramic (hey) Yeah, then get back to whippin' And get back to trappin' immature nigga 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 one thousand when I'thousand in the berth I spent ii chiliad to stride in the shoes (gang) Gang on gang how you recall we gon' lose (gang) Back to back motorcade, that how nosotros 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 again (back at information technology) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'k stabbin' your friend (woo) I'yard in the hood, they think I'g back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at information technology once again (back at it) hey, hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' once more, hey, hey Large ole forty on me, pack-packin' over again (blaow) hey Keep a quarter on me, haversack 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 information technology like shooting fish in a barrel, you trippin' I'm leavin' My drank in the freezer, this shit don't come up like shooting fish in a barrel I'g trappin' I hateful information technology, my blood double G me The Cougar the heater, take la señorita I'll send some shots through a nigga married woman-beater Chopper knock a nigga out on his people Don't telephone call me, lil' babe, I'm deplorable don't need ya Last calendar month I got shot upwardly, I been went up on features Body for body my niggas some demons We tit for tat, get out you busted and bleedin' Stopped in Atlanta in the berth with my Nina Back in the day used to trap in a Beamer I'chiliad 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 (dorsum at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, and then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'one thousand in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' once more (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at information technology over again (back at it) (uh), hey All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' once more (blaow) hey Continue a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (greenbacks, cash)  Wrist and so froze, can't shake hands, I gotta give you a pound Manner my banking concern account quadrupled, recollect I'one thousand nonetheless slingin' pounds (wow) Told them castin' my vote for who tryna get this dope 'cross the border Grew upwardly I'thousand from East Atlanta, only stand up my ground like it's 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 Look like a Rolls Royce dealership, every fourth dimension I bring out my cars F*ck the stars, purchase the bar, neighborhood superstar (S'Gucci) Twenty-4 K, Bruno Mars, downwardly to the drawers (guwop) I'm thinking' large, talkin' old money, Chico DeBarge Lou say I'one thousand twenty futuristic movin' this part (it's Gucci)  Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'g rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'thou stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they remember I'm dorsum trappin' once again (trappin') (woo) Oh my gosh, back at it once more (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 Keep a quarter on me, haversack in the Benz (cash, cash)

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

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