Lyrics
Oh my gosh, back at it again
In the kitchen, whippin, Im wrappin again
Keep on playin, bitch, then I’m stabbin ya friend
I’m in the hood, they think Im back trappin again
Oh my gosh, back at it again
On my grizzy, niggas, sta-stackin again
Big ole forty on me, backpackin again
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz
Back at it, back at it, uh
Count up a hunnid throw racks in it, uh
Gang on gang
Back to back motorcade, that how we move
Oh my gosh, back at it again
In the kitchen, whippin, Im wrappin again
Keep on playin, bitch, then I’m stabbin ya friend
I’m in the hood, they think Im back trappin again
Oh my gosh, back at it again
On my grizzy, niggas, sta-stackin again
Big ole forty on me, backpackin again
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz
Oh my gosh, back at it again
In the kitchen, whippin, Im wrappin again
Keep on playin, bitch, then I’m stabbin ya friend
I’m in the hood, they think Im back trappin again
Oh my gosh, back at it again
On my grizzy, niggas, sta-stackin again
Big ole forty on me, backpackin 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 Im still slingin pounds
Castin my vote for who tryna get this dope cross the border
Guwop from East Atlanta, but stand my ground like it Florida
Fuck the judge, fuck the bailiff, fuck the local reporter
Tell
Park the Dawn, rode the Wraith
Look like a Rolls-Royce dealership, every time I bring out my cars
Fuck the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar
Twenty-four K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers
Oh my gosh, back at it again
In the kitchen, whippin, Im wrappin again
Keep on playin, bitch, then I’m stabbin ya friend
I’m in the hood, they think Im back trappin again
Oh my gosh, back at it again
On my grizzy, niggas, sta-stackin again
Big ole forty on me, backpackin again
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz