The sun beamin
Yall ready?
Ayo DJ the fuck-
Its T, baby its DJ the fuck-
I dont think youre ready
Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
I must say, yo Im glad you found your way here yo
Cookie crumbs in the rolls rolls, jet fuel scented vest vyoom
Swim trunks in the trunks, Geneva water the best the best, yeah
The passport lookin thick, the afro need a pick
My skin soak up the sun, aint shakin hands with you bums nah
Bunny Hopper, the new car doors, they lift open woo
The lake water, dry off at the French Open ayy
I rub it in these niggas faces like thick lotion
That big B is in motion, uh Gangsta Grillz
The coral peach cobbler, dude, spit like a llama do
Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do
New le FLEUR season, summer time, look like private school
Keep it low, dont want that shit to blow like Osama shoe
Im a true connoisseur, hotel concierge
Know me as that spaced out nigga with the chunky ears
UFC, that shit swole up, thats VVS, keep Vic safe
Thats a mansion on that USB, its T
Yeah
I hope you niggas been spendin your time wisely
Call me if you get lost, baby
As you can tell, we have haha
This shit for the sunseekers
Got the bikes on the tarmac
Welcome to the disco
Hittin wheelies and shit
Call me if you get lost
Perfume on the skin, ha hahaha
Call me if you lost
See, while yall was in the house call me if you lost
We was takin Rolls Royces to go see alligators
DJ Drama, man call me if you lost
Travelin the world
Passport stamped up call me
Its Tyler Baudelaire, nigga