- Yella Beezy Bacc at it Again 歌詞
- Yella Beezy
- Cook that **** up Quay!
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin, Im wrappin again (Whip it)
Keep on playin ***** then Im stabbin ya friend
Im in the hood they think Im back trappin again (Trappin)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
All my grizzy *****s sta- stackin again
Big ole forty on me, back packin again
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash)
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 ***** gon panic
I see through her panties like a panoramic (Hey)
Yeah now get back to whippin
And get back to trappin young ***** back at it
If its too crowded might out the roof
And say let them come through
Keep it one thousand when Im 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)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin, Im wrappin again (Whip it)
Keep on playin ***** then Im stabbin ya friend
Im in the hood they think Im back trappin again (Trappin)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
All my grizzy *****s 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, *****, Im Yella Beezy
Iced-out in this freezer, just copped a Luigi
Oh take it easy, you trippin Im leavin
My drank in the freezer, this **** dont come easy
Im trappin I mean it, my blood double G me
The Cougar the heater, take la senorita
Ill send some shots through a ***** wife-beater
Chopper knock a ***** out on his people
Dont call me, lil baby, Im sorry dont need ya
Last month I got shot up, I been win up on features
Body for body my *****s 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
Im a true hustler my ***** is a schemer
***** in her eyes and that lil ***** a creamer (Ay)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin, Im wrappin again (Whip it)
Keep on playin ***** then Im stabbin ya friend
Im in the hood they think Im back trappin again (Trappin)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
All my grizzy *****s sta-stackin again
Big ole forty on me, back packin again
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (Cash, cash)
Wrist so froze, cant shake hands, I gotta give you a pound
Way my bank account quadrupled, think Im still slingin pounds (Wow)
Told them castin my vote for who tryna get this **** cross the border
Grew up from East Atlanta,but stand my ground like its Florida
**** the judge, **** the bailiff, **** 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
**** the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar (SGucci)
Twenty-four K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers (Guwop)
Im thinking large, talkin old money, Chico DeBarge
Lou say Im 20 futuristic movin this part (SGucci)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
In the kitchen whippin, Im wrappin again (Whip it)
Keep on playin ***** then Im stabbin ya friend
Im in the hood they think Im back trappin again (Trappin)
Oh my gosh back at it again (Back at it)
All my grizzy *****s 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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