(Zaytoven)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (we got London on the track)
Ayy
Makin' 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 broskis 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, 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 go in, 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*ckin-
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 tonight
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' a bag tonight
The way she took my soul, it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bussin' like a disco ball
We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a f*ckin' thief at night
Look, 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ
Booby Trap Video (MV)
Performed By: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
From Album: Better Off Alone
Length: 2:16
Written by: Deezy Beats, Tone Deaf, Artist Julius Dubose, London Tyler Holmes, Xavier Dotson
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Booby Trap Lyrics
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(Zaytoven)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (we got London on the track)
Ayy
Makin' 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 broskis 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, 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 go in, 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*ckin-
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 tonight
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' a bag tonight
The way she took my soul, it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bussin' like a disco ball
We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a f*ckin' thief at night
Look, 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (we got London on the track)
Ayy
Makin' 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 broskis 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, 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 go in, 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*ckin-
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 tonight
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' a bag tonight
The way she took my soul, it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bussin' like a disco ball
We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a f*ckin' thief at night
Look, 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 her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ
Writer: Deezy Beats, Tone Deaf, Artist Julius Dubose, London Tyler Holmes, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
