Testo Booby trap A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Booby trap

(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
Us?d to be in projects, now I'm making projects
Us?d 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