[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