Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starter Kit, artist - Young Dolph.
Date of issue: 25.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Starter Kit |
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit |
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it |
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it |
You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with |
Mama saying boy why y’all playing in that water |
Got granny what y’all doing with my |
Bigger sister saying y’all lil boy look suspicious |
Got mama saying what y’all doing with my dishes |
Twelve came through and we had for the fishes |
Got locked up in school, we ain’t worried 'bout detention |
Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool |
Whoadie mama said I know y’all boys ain’t been to school |
Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school |
Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool |
rushed the card I have to call the fucking check ball |
If swag was a plane I’m finna motherfucking take off |
Watch me shake the fake off, watch me shake the fake off |
I am on so much green I can play golf |
Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale |
And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails |
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit |
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it |
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it |
You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with |
Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales |
Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got |
If you ain’t get no money my nigga then you can’t hang at this spot |
Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot |
Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine |
Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby bottles with more lean |
I’m young and dumb and I ain’t got no patience |
I’m 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what’s shaking |
I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it |
My nigga told me don’t do it so I went paid the man |
I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here |
Strong packs and calculators, ain’t nothing but a pint in that refrigerator |
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit |
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it |
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it |
You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with |