Chorus:

It's in the back y'all

It's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the fever

Now with the B I double L bill

We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains

Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne

We did universally sparked the lid

Now these ladies love how we live

Got'em caught shit you already know looking so fly

That the dog that played spiderweb your up aliasing here

Sucker cats don't try to steer

Near this, wish you could bring it this way

Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J

So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la

Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue

Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue

I've been there, done that

Received it, won that

Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed

Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops

Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops

I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire

Bim Blam set a flame to your fanny

Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy

A grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age

Next time, next rhyme, next phase

Chorus 2x

Now put your hand on your hip

Now put your hand on your hip

And let your backbone slip

And let your backbone slide

Now put your hand up on your hip

Now put your hand up on your hip

And let your backbone slip for the fever

Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you

Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew

Super fat come the visitor zoo

Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu

I'm through evil that man do

Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through

Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it