text: Ladies and gentlemen
  We just landed in Geneva
  Yeah, thats in Switzerland
  We on a yacht
  A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream
  We all got our toes out, too
  Call me when you get lost
  Ima travel the globe, you keep the block hot
  Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt
  Find us, we playin hide-and-seek with the passports
  Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah
  The luggage is pilin, I needed clothes to wear 
  So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair 
  The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here
  We boated here, its Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah
  Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again, we kissin, dawg
  I love when she let me rub her like Michelin 
  A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin like—
  Man, they aint listenin
  We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it
  Keep on stuntin on these niggas, make em sick to they stomach, man 
  Yall dont understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand
  Yeah, we gettin lost but we know who we am 
  Bada-bada-bada, somethin-somethin-somethin
  Treat that last part like you niggas aint sayin nothin
  Yeah, haha
  You see these excursions right here?
  Just too lavish to post on the Gram 
  Uh 
  Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me
  Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef
  And Im stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat
  Got my middle fingers to the cameras thats recording me
  From yall to me, brrt, stop callin me unless youre ordering
  Im on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet
  The corner beat, Im on a deep route, just throw the ball to me
  Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now
  Lets touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns
  I fuck round and slow the beat down and take the drums out
  And speed up my flow, Im so greedy, Ima eat my own flow
  And Im in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho 
  Im hot as hell when the weather is freezin, as cold as the devil and demon and ghost
  Ima get even and even, get even some more, its too late to even get low, baow
  Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, thats what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T.
  The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula 
  You see
  We just over here admirin the view of the mountains from the lake
  Of course
  Yall know its Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin playin