HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. Lil Wayne)

Ladies and gentlemen

We just landed in Geneva

Yeah, that's 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

I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot

Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurts

Find us, we playing hide-and-seek with the passports

Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us

Yeah, the luggage is piling, I needed clothes to wear (Woo)

So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair (Yeah)

The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here

We boated here, it's 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 rubber like Michelin (Skrrt, skrrt, facts)

A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin' like—

Man, they ain't listenin'

We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it

Keep on stunting on these ****, make 'em sick to their stomach, man (I can't stop it)

Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand

Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am (True story)

Bada-bada-bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin'

Treat that last part like you **** ain't saying nothing (Hot wind)

Yeah

You see these excursions right here?

Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)

Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard to me (Tunechi)

Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beefing

I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat

Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me from y'all to me

Brrrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering

I'm on a beach, I got my feet out and I stay on my feet

The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me

Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now

Let's 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, I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow

And I'm in need of a flow, I'ma eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh)

I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin' the cold, as the devil, and demon, and ghost

I'ma get even and even, get even some more, it's too late to even get low, bow!

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy, the GOAT

The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)

Hot wind

All aboard, ****

You see

We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake

Of course

Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'