Chords for Yella Beezy, Quavo, Gucci Mane "Bacc At It Again" - (Official Music Video)

_ _ _ _ Cut that shit up, Quay!
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Oh my gosh, back at it again
_ In the kitchen whipping, I'm rapping again
_ Keep on playing, bitch, and I'm stabbing your friend
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trapping again _ _
Oh my gosh, back at it again
_ All my grizzly niggas, back stacking again
B-Girl fall down on me, back packing again
Keep a quarter on me, back packing up in
Quay, uh, back at it, back at it, uh
Count up 100, throw rocks at it, uh
Yeah, my wrist, Titanic, uh
Ice in the glacier, it do damage, uh
Yeah, [Abm] your nigga gon' panic
I see through her panties [N] like a panoramic
Yeah, then get back to whipping
Then get back to trapping your nigga back at it
Uh, these two cry, then my shoot out the roof
And say, let her come through
Give me 1,000 when I'm in the booth
I spend 2,000 to stiffen the shoes
Gang, gon' gang, how you think we gon' lose?
Back to back motorcade, that's how we move
On my porch, I was sitting on the stool
When I hopped up, I took off to the moon
Oh my gosh, [Eb] back at it again
_ In the kitchen whipping, I'm rapping again
_ Keep on playing, bitch, then I'm stabbing your friend
_ I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trapping again
_ _ Oh my gosh, back at it [N] again
_ All my grizzly niggas, back stacking again
B-Girl fall down on me, [Eb] back packing again
_ [N] Keep a quarter on me, pack in the bin
_ My diamond like Fiji, bitch, I'm yellow bees
I ice out in this freezer, just copy Luigi
Go take it easy, you tripping, I'm leaving
I drank in the freezer, this shit don't come easy
I'm trapping, I mean it, my bitch double G me
That cooler, that heater, kick nice in your reader
I sent some shots through a nigga, white beater
Chop or knock a nigga out of his fever
Don't call me lil' baby, [Eb] I'm sorry, don't need you
Last month I [Abm] got shot up, then went up on features
Body for body, [B] my nigga some demons
We tip [N] it, tell her you busted and bleached
Stopped in Atlanta, no boo with my Nina
Back in the day, used to trap in a Beamer
I'm a true hustler, my bitches a schemer
Skid in her eyes and that lil' bitch a creamer
Oh my gosh, back at it again
_ In the kitchen whipping, I'm rapping again
_ Keep on playing, bitch, then I'm stabbing your friend
_ I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trapping again
_ _ Oh my gosh, back at it again
_ All my grizzly niggas, back stacking again
B-Girl fall down on me, back packing again
_ Keep a quarter on me, back packing up and snatch
Bitch so froze I can't shake hands, I gotta give you a pound
Wave my bank account, cry truth, but thank God I'm still slanging pounds
Told them, catch my vote for who trying to get this dope cross the border
Who up?
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 hoes to my lawyer, go off, flick her the oar
Park [Ab] the car and roll the raid to [Eb] the truck with the oar
I look like [N] Aurora, still a ship every time I bring out my car
Fuck the stars by the bar, neighborhood superstar
_ 24K, one or more, down to the drawers
I'm thinking large, talking old money, Chico the barge
Blue Sam 20, futuristic, moving this bar, this Gucci
Oh my gosh, back at it again
_ In the kitchen whipping, I'm rapping again
_ Keep on playing, bitch, then I'm stabbing your friend
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trapping again
_ Oh my gosh, back at it again
On my grizzly, niggas, back stacking again
_ Bigger 40 on me, back packing again
_ Keep a quarter on me, back packing