Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama - SIR BAUDELAIRE lyrics

The sun beamin' y'all ready?
Ayo (DJ the fuck-It's DJ the fuck)
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
(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 pick
My skin soak up the sun
Ain't shakin' hands with you bums (Nah)
Bunny Hoppa, 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 likе thick lotion
That big B is in motion, uh (Gangsta Grillz)
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
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 ears
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 lost
See, while y'all 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)
It's Tyler Baudelaire, nigga