Hot Boy

I’ve been in the Escalade, just got the plates from Michigan
I know the cops is listening
Yo, I’m back in it
You know who it is, it finna drought
I’m back in this bitch
Look, uh, uh, uh
Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up
I’m the plug, bitch, I could run the numbers up
I ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
But you ain’t in your right mind tryna fuck with us
They thought that I was tripping, now it’s cooking in the kitchen
Planning out division, getting rid of dirty dishes
Never move with dirty bitches but these people never listen
They only pay attention when I’m grimy and I’m spitting
I was gone from the game for a minute, I’m right back in it
Warming up, I’m in the scrimmage
I know a couple niggas that were praying I’d be finished
Those pussy boys, they get it
Nineteen, I’m on a mission
Nineteen, I’m on a—
Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up
I’m the plug, bitch, I could run the numbers up
I ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
But you ain’t in your right mind tryna fuck with us
Imma heat the summer up
The plug, right? So Imma run the numbers up
I ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
But you ain’t in your right mind tryna fuck with us
Like—
Who that wanna shoot out? Tell that boy to think again
Twenty on my shoes, eleven-hundred on the pinky ring
I’ve been in the Escalade, just got the plates from Michigan
Took the trips to Pickering
I know the cops is listening
We turn up, my kush burn up
My tracks murda, some shit that you ain’t heard of
I said, the white up on my sneakers with the white-on-white Adidas
She was rolling up my reefer, faded off the cocaína
Showed up with a diva
Look, I know you seen her
Skirt off in that beamer
Selling pounds of keisha
Nah, I don’t wanna meet you
Nah, I don’t do these features
The diamonds on my neck and they still look like Aquafina
I’m the—
Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up
I’m the plug, bitch, I could run the numbers up
I ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
But you ain’t in your right mind tryna fuck with us
Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up
I’m the plug, bitch, I could run the numbers up
I ain’t in the right mind, all this double cup
But you ain’t in your right mind tryna fuck with us