作词 : Tyler Okonma

作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Billy Cobham

The sun beamin'

Y'all ready?

Ayo (DJ the father)

It's T, baby

I don't think you're ready

Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo

I must say, I'm glad you found your way here

Yo

Cookie crumbs in the rolls, jet fuel scented vest

Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best (Yeah)

The passport lookin' thick, the afro need a pick

My 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 niggas' faces like thick lotion

That big B is in motion, uh (Gangsta Grillz)

Cool peach cobbler dude, spit like a llama do

Used to be reckless, used to see what them commas do

New le Fleur season, summertime look like private school

Keep it low, don't want that shit to blow like Osama shoe

I'm a true connoisseur, hotel concierge

Know me as that spaced-out nigga with the chunky airs

UFC, that shit swole up, that's VVS, keep Vic safe

That's a mansion on that USB, it's 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 want

See, while y'all was in the house (Call me if you want)

We was takin' Rolls Royces to go see alligators

DJ Drama, man (Call me if you want)

Travelin' the world

Passport stamped up up

It's Tyler Baudelaire nigg