Bobby Brackins - Hot Box lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Brackins] Made another hit for the radio station [Refrain: 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** in the hot box I brought my bruhs they down to ride (2x) Yeah all my n***as down to ride I brought my bruhs are 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 n***as 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, [?] down for a real Pocket from the window to the wall to the ceiling [?] but I'm about to make a k**ing Stay mobbing, is you with it? You talk heat bruh, but we live it Girlfriend wanna visit Pop Patrons up when I lit it [Refrain: 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 Pa** it to the left, I'm looking over my shoulders Always had a chip, guess it's more [?] 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 yay'per I feel like '06, hot box and scraper, yeah Yeee! [Refrain: Mila J] [Bridge: Mila J] We're gonna party and get on in this smoke We can go roll baby, get faded and blow I'll take you places never thought you would be Baby let's hotbox; bring the drink and the trees [Refrain: Mila J] *** Thanks for correction these Lyrics