Connor Doyle, AYVERY - Hot

Cause we way too hot (hot)
For you
Drippin like we got too much on
Ay
Know that they got it open for us cause we stayin all night long
Yeah when we walk in the club
You better believe we know what's up
Got this girls all in a trance
Throwing bands and then they dance
Oh nana ahh

Hey Connor (sup)
They don't fuck with us (true)
They don't like how that ginger mother fucker running game like a point guard (haha)
Like Chris Paul saucing people up breaking ankles
Ballin out like the tune squad (find out)
They don't fuck with me cause I only act hard
Goofy mother fucker cruisin round in his new car (goofy motherfucker)
Bass booming out shit really hittin too hard (shit bumping)
They don't like me cause I'm too hard
Told me chill out (nah)
I'm like hell no (uh-uh)
Boy you too soft
Like a pillow (bitch)
I got two broads
In the whip though (skrrt)
Give you two birds
Out the window
Like fuck how you feel bitch
Been on my bull shit since I was a little kid (since I was young)
Been in my bag since I was just a lil jit
Been fly as fuck might step out with a lil drip (been fly as fuck)
Been high as fuck I been smoking on real shit (dank)
Been going up on my grind on some real shit
Boy think he gang man he is not a real crip (what you saying)
Crip walking with my blue hunnids on some drill shit (on some drill shit)
On some kill shit (uh)
On some ill shit (uh)
Like the flu game (mm)
Like I'm MJ (23)
You Scottie Pippen
Boy you too lame
In my mentions (uh)
Boy you too fake

Cause we way too hot (hot)
For you (23)
Drippin like we got too much on
Ay
Know that they got it open for us cause we stayin all night long
Yeah when we walk in the club
You better believe we know what's up
Got this girls all in a trance
Throwing bands and then they dance

I'm the realest mother fucker
Illest mother fucker ever come up out my city
Chillest mother fucker come and fuckin vibe with me
Chilly mother fuckers we the coldest outta Stilly
But we too hot
Think you dropping heat but really you not
Everybody freak when me and brodie drop
Going for the ring we ain't bound to take a loss
We gon run the game you ain't taking this spot (bitch)

They wanting my line like what's your number (brrp)
Yeah I'm posing for all your favorite covers (vogue)
Make your girl blush I give her color (oo)
Cause we hot like Dallas in the summer (hah)
And they don't wanna step to me cause they too scared they gonna feel the heat
They asking for the recipe they wanna know how I do it but that's just me

Cause we way too hot (hot)
For you
Drippin like we got too much on
Ay
Know that they got it open for us cause we stayin all night long
Yeah when we walk in the club
You better believe we know what's up
Got this girls all in a trance
Throwing bands and then they dance

Written by:
Avery Scammahorn, Connor Doyle

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