Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Starter Kit , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Trap-a-Velli Tre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.09.2015
Record label: T.R.U
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 |