Bacc At It

Oh my gosh back at it again

In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again

Keep on playin', bitch, then I'm stabbin' ya friend

I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again

Woo, oh my gosh back at it again

All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again

Big ol' 40 on me, back packin' again

Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz

Uh, back at it, back at it, uh

Count up 100, throw racks at it, uh

Yeah, my wrist a Titanic, uh

Ice hit the glacier, it do damage

Uh, yeah, your nigga gon' panic

I see through her panties like a panoramic

Yeah, then get back to whippin'

Then get back to trappin', young nigga back at it

Uh, if it's too crowded might shoot out the roof

And say let them come through

Keep it 1000 when I'm in the booth

I spent 2000 to step in the shoes

Gang on gang, how you think we gon' lose? (Gang)

Back to back motorcade, that's how we move

On momma porch was sittin' on the stoop

When I hopped up I took off to the Moon

Oh my gosh back at it again

In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again

Keep on playin', bitch, then I'm stabbin' ya friend

I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again

Woo, oh my gosh back at it again

All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again

Big ol' 40 on me, back packin' again

Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz

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

Oh my gosh back at it again

In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again

Keep on playin', bitch, then I'm stabbin' ya friend

I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again

Woo, oh my gosh back at it again

All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again

Big ol' 40 on me, back packin' again

Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz

Wrist so froze, can't shake hands, I gotta give you a pound

Way my bank account quadrupled, think I'm still slingin' pounds

Told them castin' my vote for who tryna get this dope 'cross the border

Guwop, I'm 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)

24K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers

I'm thinking' large, talkin' old money, Chico DeBarge

Lou say I'm 20 futuristic movin' this part (S'Gucci)

Oh my gosh back at it again

In the kitchen whippin', I'm wrappin' again

Keep on playin', bitch, then I'm stabbin' ya friend

I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again

Woo, oh my gosh back at it again

All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again

Big ol' 40 on me, back packin' again

Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz