Hotbox (Remix)

[Intro: Big Yavo] Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt 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