Gu¢¢i BaBA - Boobie Trap Lyrics

Flyin' so high, gotta calm down with an Ativan I've been blessed with these wings, did I forget
God has a plan Watch out, YE, or you'll be the next Icarus
Yeah, right, like they care about blacks only when we're sweet like licorice
Did y'all forget, did y'all forget, why don't you go ask my ex what color dick this is

Uh, what color, what color dick this is, yo, just a little truth in my jest
But I'm just kiddin' them, just kiddin' them, I give this all up just to be with my kids and Kim
What the f*ck is the point of all these swimming pools
Kendrick, Kendrick, with nobody swimming in them

Don't you remember that I was exed on Twitter before Twitter was X
Y'all only been on my shit since Devil in a New Dress
Well, I guess you didn't have no Yeezy in your motherf*cking Serrato nigga

Stupid,Stupid

But look at all that I know, Chi-Town nigga plus Cody, Calabasas, and a Saudi flow
Saudi flow
Oh, well, Mr. International
Putting hoes back in hotels

Taking rodeos
On the black Louis Vuitton Don and I still get Chanel
YouTube and YouPorn, taking equal gigs
Verizon Unlimited, infinite behinds

Taking up screen time, in the meantime, these rhymes
Help cover up royal family, Kashoggi crimes
Well, you shouldn't have talked shit to a king
Well, you should've just bowed down and kissed the ring

Didn't I tell y'all to watch the throne
Then I woke up, Christmas family gone
PJ flown
I thought you knew, never leave your boy, YE

In Cody home alone, don't you know
Boobies are my booby trap
Boobies are my booby trap
Boobies are my booby trap

That's a fact GUCCi BABA, thanks for the rap
Hit em with the 16

You don't even gotta f*cking thank me, YE
I remember back in the day when I used to pray

Five times a day, east to Mohammed
Knowing that we'd meet at Middle Beast
Alhamdulillah, and I put this all on God
Thank God we're here now

Insha'Allah, it's Yin n Yang
We're taking over this damn thing it's black and tan
Goddamn, the earth ain't ready for this shit
Y'all thought 21 and Drake was hot, haha

Go ahead, talk a lot, jot a lot
I'm like motherf*ckin' in the booth without a mic, without a light
Goin' off in my head
Y'all know how many times I wanted just to be dead

Pull the motherf*ckin' trigger and be gone
And I'm like motherf*ckin' Nirvana, I'm on one
With no gun
And I Don't have a gun

Don't have a gun
Don't have a gun
Don't have a gun
I do this shit cause it's all fun

I'm done being on the run
An F-5 felony
Nigga, f*ck you, Indiana
And f*ck my whole goddamn f*ckin' family too, bro

At least you got f*ckin' kids that love you
My parents f*ckin' disowned me, all of them
I love you, ma
But this is about chosen family

Chosen family like
Yo, Dave, Chromeo, f*ckin' hit me up
Funkin' Larry, my life is scary
I've done the 2C-B, done the DMT

Done the 5-MeO from the Toad
My nigga YE, I know you know
That's why we doin' this track
And everything after that

This is infinite
This is infinite
I'm not talkin' eMineMs unless I'm talkin' candy
And I'm not talkin' candy unless I'm talkin' candy

I know it's all fine and dandy
Let me get Randy
Marsh on
I take a hot bitch, down to Starks Pond

Wendy, what's good
Damn, you
Dude, remember when this shit was just like
In the motherf*ckin' van, dude

The Honda Oddity 2002
Like, just bein' outside of Memphis
And like, seein' the motherf*ckin' vision, bro
Like, it's f*ckin' hard bein' a visionary

The vision is scary
Goddamn, bro
Ay, real recognize real bro
ON GOD