Booby Trap

English translation

We got London on the track, ayy.

Making up my mind, I need two hoes at a time.

Then I told that ass, "Forget it," 'cause I seen that shit on Reddit.

I ain't got no time to vibe, all my broski keep a mob. And I keep one right beside me, go to LA, it a lock.

My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit.

I treat Booby Trap like Starless, hundred thousand on the coffee. Got some air prints on my joggers, I don't even need a stylist. Huh?

Yeah, okay, okay.

Call the bank, pull up the Brinks.

Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up. Yeah, got St. Michaels on my tee.

Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve.

Used to call her "darlin'," now I go to Starless.

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 it's off to the BJ. I could tell what's on your mind,

Illuminati got three eyes.

If I pull up with my guys, we ain't comin' here to fight. Heard a mother, we go in , you know London, that's my twin.

I keep Jeffrey on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime.

Free B12 in Montana, out the motherfuckin' uni'. I 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 sendin' 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 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 fuckin' thief at night now. Call the bank, pull up the Brinks. Might buy you a

Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up.

Yeah, got St. Michaels on my tee.

Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve.

Used to call her "darlin'," now I go to Starless.

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 it's off to the BJ.