Kodak Black – Starter Kit Lyrics

Kodak Black – Starter Kit Lyrics

Starter Kit Lyrics By Kodak Black

[Intro]
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)

[Chorus: VVSNCE]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that’s my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin’ ’bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin’ that shit
Got niggas standin’ on the block, niggas in apartments sellin’ hard
Know some hoes that made a few M’s late nights at Onyx goin’ hard
In the streets, can’t be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things, they can’t fuck with me, can’t fuck with you
And I know I gotta put you first, you can’t be number two
Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin’ right
Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life
Always lit, bitch, we in VLive
Young nigga poppin’ shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can’t decide
Fuck it, old school Chevrolet
In the club doin’ your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman
Fucked around, got a lil’ taste and I been cravin’, you Heaven sent
Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face
And make sure it’s plain as day
And fuck what these haters say
You for the streets, I’ll say today
I bet I’m gon’ make you stay
You see the peace, you see the rage

[Chorus: VVSNCE]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that’s my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin’ ’bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin’ that shit
Got niggas standin’ on the block, niggas in apartments sellin’ hard
Know some hoes that made a few M’s late nights at Onyx goin’ hard
In the streets, can’t be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award
Nigga fakin’ in the club, just ordered ones, ain’t even throw it
Been in the streets forever and ain’t got nothin’ to show for it
All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred
The streets don’t love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart
Nigga think this shit a game, don’t even know how to play your card
In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin’ dinner, watchin’ TV
And I fell in love with a stripper, let me be your nigga, let me be your BB
Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV’s, then I pray
Pop ’bout two, three glitches, then I’m ready for the day
I told all my bitches, “I got a girl and stay away”
Shorty been playin’ her part, so I ain’t gon’ do that to my bae

[Chorus: VVSNCE]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that’s my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin’ ’bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin’ that shit
Got niggas standin’ on the block, niggas in apartments sellin’ hard
Know some hoes that made a few M’s late nights at Onyx goin’ hard
In the streets, can’t be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part