Starter Kit Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Starter kit, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hard than a bitch like

Starter kit, I'm hard than a bitch like

Who came in the bitch? I'm going far

I'm a star in this bitch like

SRT sound like it farted

Bitches think I'm retarded

I don't have no other option

I play my role, go for my goal

Never put your trust in a hoe

Pot on the stove

Broke my right wrist and my left wrist froze

These niggas don't know

Had to sco them low bowls

And I had to sell them for high

Have you ever hit the road

Had to risk your life

Keep a Fn on my side

Bad bitch too my right

trafficking narcotics

I'm really out my body

Ain't giving my plug to nobody

I'm really in the mix

This traffic shit ain't no hobby

Ayy, four bowls of exotic

Don't call my phone if you ain't shopping

Having that good gas, I'm having options

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going

I'm going to win

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going

I don't need no friends

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going

Rock out to the end

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going

Make them eat up the drip

I'ma go back in, they watching the kid

See what we did, it's too late

To be a part of this shit

Scat pack came with a starter kit

Custom my whip and custom of my kicks

Think I'm signing them deals, how I'm balling and shit

Wait till you see what I spent on my wrist

I'm somebody now, you can google me

Aint Going back to who I used to be

It's crazy cuz I'm just doing me

I keep on steady influencing

I'm not new to this

Chopper came with a new cooler kit

Niggas be broke, ain't moving shit

Can't get used to it

I'ma grind till I'm super rich

I'm bout All my green like the Grinch

I still will bust down a pound

Came up off rap

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound

Starter kit, I'm hard than a bitch like

Who came in the bitch I'm going far

I'm a star in the bitch like

SRT sound like it farted

Bitches think I'm retarded

I don't have no other option

Yeah, I play my role

Go for my goal

Never put your trust in a hoe

Pot on the stove

Broke my right wrist and my left wrist froze

These niggas don't know

Had to sco them low bowls

And I had to sell them for high

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound

How do you sound