Hotbox (Remix)

[Intro: Big Yavo]
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Bitch-ass nigga, dumb-ass nigga
I'm loaded, look, ayy

[Chorus: Big Yavo]
Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
Now I pull up in a drop-top
Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars

[Verse 1: Big Yavo]
Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
At the door with the stick, let it knock hard
Ayy, lil' niggas can't stand me, so they need a big chair
I'm slammin' P's like Ric Flair, ayy
I catch an opp and I'm gettin' at him, hittin' at him
Talkin' 'bout hundreds, I been had 'em
Ayy, and them fifties and twenties, I been stackin', gettin' at it
Back in high school, bitch, I been havin'
Ayy, and she told me before all the money, I been handsome
Police ask questions, don't gеt answers
Ayy, on the block for so long, startin' to feel like a stop sign
'Forе I turned ten, had a Glock 9, gang
My niggas robbin', I'm feelin' like Batman
I got paper and work in my backpack
Sellin' P's and Q's like math class
Bitch, I stay with four nines like San Fran
Baby, how high can you get? Feel like Meth Man
Glock stay with me, I call this bitch best friend
Glock stay with me like Spongebob and Patrick
I'm from the 'partment, this shit get Jurassic
Bullet bald head like O'Neal at the Magic
Cougar bitch and she hate when I'm saggin'
Still callin' me daddy 'cause she know a young nigga havin'
Glock 21, yeah, you know I'm a savage (Let's go)

[Chorus: Big Yavo]
Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
Now I pull up in a drop-top
Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cap got a P of the KK
Cartier watch with a whole lotta carats in the face
Can't stay in the same place, it's a race
I got money to get, girls, I ain't finna chase
It gotta be paper if I'm interested
If it's 'bout my business, then I get aggressive
I stick to the code and that's why I'm respected
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get love from the set, what the hell you expect?
I'm young, but not reckless, don't run with detectives
Plus smokin' with me is as good as it gets
I pull up high as can be at events
Double-R, hardly can see through my tints
Don't know her race, all I can see is she mixed
The light go off, all you can see is my wrist
I keep the weed burning now
If she wanna fuck me, it really depends
You wanna get money with me, then let's get it
I roll it, you hit it
I'm ballin', I stay on my pivot
You start it, I finish
Kush my aroma, I'm heavily scented

[Chorus: Big Yavo & Wiz Khalifa]
Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
Now I pull up in a drop-top (Yeah)
Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars