Booby Trap

歌詞

(Zaytoven) Uh, uh Uh, uh Yeah (We got London on the track) Ayy Making up my mind I need two hoes at a time Then I told her ass, "Forget it 'cause I seen that shit on Reddit" I ain't got no time to block All my broskies keep a mop And I keep one right beside me, go to Elliot a lot My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit I treat Booby Trap like Starlets, hundred thousand on a car Got Chanel prints on my joggers, I don't even need a stylist Huh, yeah, okay, okay Call the bank, pull up the Brink's Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time Used to be in projects, now I'm making projects Used to be in the PJs, now I'm stuck to the PJ I can tell what's on your mind, Illuminati, got three eyes If I pull up with my guys, we ain't comin' here to fight Word to mother, we gon' win, you know London, that's my twin And I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime Free V12 and Montana out the motherfuckin'- You know I've been bangin' since Santana, used to rock them bandanas To the side, baby, talk to me nice Book a flight, if you don't let me hit, I'm sending you back, night I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwing a bag, night The way she took my soul, it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice In the daytime, diamonds bustin' like a disco ball, we bring the lights out Hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' thief at night now Call the bank, pull up the Brink's Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time Used to be in projects, now I'm making projects Used to be in the PJs, now I'm stuck to the PJ