Hot & Old Lyrics

Made another hit for the radio station
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 Yeah all my niggas down to ride
I brought my bruhs they down to ride
Took her to the east coast where Brooklyn at
Then we chillin on the west where Oakland at!?
Can't sit still bruh, yeah we rollin' that

Ooh wee, burn it on down for real
No homicides but I'm about to make a killing
Stay mobbing, is you with it?
You talk heat bruh, but we live it
Boppa chose up when we lit it
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