Hot Box-Bobby Brackins/G-Eazy/Mila J

[Intro: Bobby Brackins] Made another hit for the radio station [Hook: Mila J] Turn it up in the hot box Light it up in the hot box Pour it up in the hot box Let's f**k in the hot box I brought my bruhs they down to ride (x2) Yeah all my niggas down to ride I brought my bruhs they down to ride [Verse 1: Bobby Brackins] Took her to the east coast where Brooklyn at Then we chillin on the west where Oakland at!? Young niggas be wildin', and we smokin' that Anywhere that we feel bro we holdin' that Can't sit still bruh, yeah we rollin' that Ooh wee, burn it on down for real Poppin from the window to the wall to the ceiling No homicides but I'm about to make a killing Stay mobbing, is you with it? You talk heat bruh, but we live it Your girlfriend wanna visit Boppa chose up when we lit it [Hook: Mila J] [Verse 2: G-Eazy] Roll up with the windows up I'm still sippin' whiskey from the solo cup She down for whatever cause she know what's up I'm like, "Roll another one", she said "Oh yeah, yup" Yeah, lookin' out for the rollers Pass it to the left, I'm looking over my shoulders Always had a chip, guess it's more so a boulder I'm always 2 on, you don't never see me sober Yeah, from the bay to the universe I'll race you to a million, bet I'll do it first Rap money stackin lots of yayper I feel like '06, hot box the scraper, yeah Yeee!