SIR BAUDELAIRE (feat. DJ Drama)

Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, jet fuel scented vest

Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best

The passport looking thick, the afro need a pick

My skin soak up the sun, ain't shaking 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 **** faces like thick lotion

That big B is in motion, uh

The coral peach cobbler, dude

Spit like a llama do

Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do

New le FLEUR* season, summer time, 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 **** 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

Call me if you get lost, baby

Got the bikes on the tarmac

Hitting wheelies and shit

Perfume on the skin

DJ Drama, man

It's Tyler Baudelaire, ****