Booby Trap

(album: B4 BOA - 2023)

Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah, look (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 ball
All my broskies keep a mop
And I keep one right beside me, got 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 purse 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 "C Michaels" on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got something on my sleeve
Used to call up darling, 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 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 coming here to fight
Word to mother we gon' win, you know London, that's my twin
I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime
Free V12 and Montana, out the mother fuckin
You know I've been banging 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 trying to make a sacrifice
In the day time, diamonds bussing like a disco ball
We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feeling like a thief at night

Call the bank, pull up the Brink's
Might buy you a cuban, I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got "C Michaels" on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got something on my sleeve
Used to call up darling, 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 PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ