cook that shit up quay
yella beezy quavo
oh my gosh back at it again back at it
in the kitchen whippin’ i’m wrappin’ again whip it
keep on playin’ bitch then i’m stabbin’ your friend woo
i’m in the hood they think i’m back trappin’ again trappin’
woo oh my gosh back at it again back at it hey hey
on my grizzy nigga stack stackin’ again woo hey hey
big old 40 on me back packin’ again grraow hey
keep a quarter on me backpack in the benz cash cash quavo
quavo
uh back at it back at it uh
count up a hundred throw racks at it uh
yeah my wrist a titanic uh
ice hit the glacier it do damage ice
uh yeah your nigga gon’ panic
i see through her panties like a panoramic hey
yeah then get back to whippin’
then get back to trappin’ young nigga back at it woo
uh if it’s too crowded might shoot out the roof
and say let ’em come through baow baow
keep it one thousand when i’m in the booth
i spent two thousand to step in the shoes uh
gang on gang how you think we gon’ lose gang
back to back motorcade that’s how we move woo
on mama porch i was sittin’ on the stoop mama
when i hopped up i took off to the moon uh
yella beezy quavo
oh my gosh back at it again back at it
in the kitchen whippin’ i’m wrappin’ again whip it
keep on playin’ bitch then i’m stabbin’ your friend woo
i’m in the hood they think i’m back trappin’ again trappin’
woo oh my gosh back at it again back at it hey hey
on my grizzy nigga stack stackin’ again woo hey hey
big old 40 on me back packin’ again grraow hey
keep a quarter on me backpack in the benz cash cash
yella beezy
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 damn
i’m trappin’ i mean it my belt double g me damn
that cooler the heater tec9 señorita
i’ll send some shots through a nigga wifebeater
chopper knock a nigga out of his fila baow
don’t call me lil’ baby i’m sorry don’t need ya woo
last month i got shot i been went up on features damn
body for body my niggas some demons
we tit for tat leave you busted and bleedin’ woo
stopped in atlanta in the booth with my nina
back in the day used to trap in the bimmer
i’m a true hustler my bitch is a schemer
skeet in her eyes and that lil’ bitch a creamer ayy
yella beezy quavo gucci mane
oh my gosh back at it again back at it
in the kitchen whippin’ i’m wrappin’ again whip it
keep on playin’ bitch then i’m stabbin’ your friend woo
i’m in the hood they think i’m back trappin’ again trappin’
woo oh my gosh back at it again back at it huh hey hey
on my grizzy nigga stack stackin’ again woo hey hey
big old 40 on me back packin’ again grraow uh hey
keep a quarter on me backpack in the benz cash cash go
gucci mane
wrist so froze i can’t shake hands i gotta give you a pound huh
way my bank account quadrupled think i’m still slangin’ pounds wow
told ’em castin’ my vote for who tryna get this dope ‘cross the border for sure
guwop i’m from east atlanta but stand my ground like it’s florida baow
fuck the judge fuck the bailiff fuck the local reporter fuck ’em
tell the whole truth to my lawyer guwop slicker than oil oil
park the dawn rode the wraith took the trip with the art
look like a rolls dealership every time i bring out my cars
fuckin’ stars buy the bar neighborhood superstar it’s gucci
4k bruno mars down to the drawers wop
i’m thinking’ large talkin’ old money chico debarge woah
blue 70 futuristic move when it’s parked it’s gucci
yella beezy quavo
oh my gosh back at it again back at it
in the kitchen whippin’ i’m wrappin’ again whip it
keep on playin’ bitch then i’m stabbin’ your friend woo
i’m in the hood they think i’m back trappin’ again trappin’
woo oh my gosh back at it again back at it hey hey
on my grizzy nigga stack stackin’ again woo hey hey
big old 40 on me back packin’ again grraow hey
keep a quarter on me backpack in the benz cash cash
Artist: Yella Beezy Gucci Mane Quavo
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 494