Booby Trap Lyrics

(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
Usеd to be in projects, now I'm making projects
Usеd 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