Текст песни Booby Trap - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

(Zaytoven)
Uh-uh
Uh-uh (we got London on the track), ayy

Makin' up my mind, I need two - at a time
Then I told her -, "Forget it 'cause I seen that s- 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, hunnid 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 200 at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' 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 motherf-
You know I've been bangin' since Santana, used to rock 'em bandanas
To the side, baby, talk to me nice
Book a flight, if you don't let me hit, I'm sendin' you back, night

I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' 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 f- 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 200 at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJs, now I'm stuck to the PJ