Hot Box Bobby Brackins (Ft. G-Eazy & Mila J)

[Intro: Bobby Brackins]
Made another hit for the radio station

[Chorus: 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 fuck in the hot box
I brought my bruhs they down to ride, they down to ride
I brought my bruhs they down to ride, they down to ride
Yeah all my niggas down to ride, they 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