A.R - Hot Boy lyrics

[Intro (fade in)] 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 b**h Look, uh, uh, uh [Hook] Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up I'm the plug, b**h, 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 f** with us [Verse 1] 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 b**hes 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 n***as that were praying I'd be finished Those p**y boys, they get it Nineteen, I'm on a mission Nineteen, I'm on a— [Hook] Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up I'm the plug, b**h, 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 f** with us [Bridge] 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 f** with us Like— [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 c**aína 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— [Hook] Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up I'm the plug, b**h, 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 f** with us [Refrain/Outro] Hot boy, Imma heat the summer up I'm the plug, b**h, 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 f** with us