Booby Trap 가사

(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