Tyler, The Creator - HOT WIND BLOWS lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] 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 [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] I'ma 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 fu*k we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah The luggage is pilin', 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 b*tch again, we kissin', dawg I love when she let me rub her 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 stuntin' on these ni**as, make 'em sick to they 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 ni**as ain't sayin' nothin' [Break: DJ Drama, Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne] (Hot wind) Yeah, haha You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz) Uh (Tunechi) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef And 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, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering I'm on the 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 fu*k '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, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh) I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', as 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, baow Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's 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 (b*tch) [Outro: DJ Drama] (Hot wind) (All aboard, ni**a) 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 fu*kin' playin'