The sun beamin’Y’all ready?Ayo (dj the f**k-it’s dj the f**k—)It’s t, babyI don’t think you’re readyWolf haley, bunnyhop, yoI must say, I’m glad you found your way hereYoCookie crumbs in the rolls (rolls), jet fuel scented vest (vyoom)Swim trunks in the trunk, geneva water the best (the best, yeah)The passport lookin’ thick, the afro need a pickMy skin soak up the sun, ain’t shakin’ hands with you bums (nah)Bunnyhopper, the new car doors, they lift open (woo)The lake water, dry off at the french open (ayy)I rub it in these ni**as’ facеs like thick lotionThat big b is in motion, uh (gangsta grillz)Cool peach cobbler, dudе, spit like a llama doUsed to be reckless, you should see what them commas doNew le fleur* season, summertime look like private schoolKeep it low, don’t want that shit to blow like osama shoeI’m a true connoisseur, hotel concierge
Know me as that spaced-out ni**a with the chunky airsUfc, that shit swole up, that’s vvs, keep vic safeThat’s a mansion on that usb, it’s tYeahI hope you ni**as been spendin’ your time wiselyCall me if you get lost, babyAs you can tell, we have (haha)This shit for the sunseekersGot the bikes on the tarmacWelcome to the discoHittin’ wheelies and shitCall me if you get lostPerfume on the skin, haHahahaCall me if you lostSee, while y’all was in the house (call me if you lost)We was takin’ rolls royces to go see alligatorsDj drama, man (call me if you lost)Travelin’ the worldPassport stamped up (call me)It’s tyler baudelaire, ni**a