text: The sun beamin
  Yall ready?
  Ayo 
  Its T, baby
  I dont think youre ready
  Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
  I must say, Im 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 
  The passport lookin thick, the afro need a pick
  My skin soak up the sun, aint shakin hands with you bums 
  Bunny Hoppa, the new car doors, they lift open 
  The lake water, dry off at the French Open 
  I rub it in these niggas faces likе thick lotion
  That big B is in motion, uh 
  Coral peach cobbler, dude, spit likе a llama do
  Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do
  New le FLEUR season, summertime 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 
  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 
  We was takin Rolls Royces to go see alligators
  DJ Drama, man 
  Travelin the world
  Passport stamped up 
  Its Tyler Baudelaire, nigga