Songtext zu 'Bacc At It' von Yella Beezy

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