Starter Pack

I got the Rollie on me ain't no ticking
Thinking stuff sweet and get washed like dishes
I keep a rod think it's time to go fishing
I stay out the way and stack up for my mission
All of them tryna be me it's a starter pack
Try to come up if he run it go farther back
And don't your dad go and ask where his daughter at
Rank one FOB really gon startle that
Boy u a sell out a sell out a sell out a sell out
If I get tickets to show it's gon sell out
If he get caught in that jam he gon bail out
I'm shipping greatness but ain't got no mail out
I got to go get some bank
I'm pressure you know I got rank
Don't come over here cause you kno dat it stank
Like quizzes we pop out we leaving them blank (Wait hold on)
Might hop in an army tank
We doing stuff that we could and we know you can't
I got them benjis with me no Frank
And they call me "Big Guap" like I mess with the bank
Yea I'm a soldier and yea imma saint
Dey pull out a Draco no Soulja I crank
I'm sharp as a knife, no shank
Pull up with too much water make em sank
I'm wearing Bape like a baby no milo
They tryna do what I do and mess up like a typo
Yea this is too easy do this with my eyes clothes
He say dat he know me he don't and yea I know
Bring out the guitar just to show em I'm rocking
Ian really eat corn but they say dat I'm popping
I pick up the phone and then went to the drop and move silent
And I got the drip, chocolate
Say dat he know me he don't, stop it
Tryna add me inna pic, crop it
And he a lil boy he remind me of Crockett
And yea I'm the plug they should make me a socket
I got that sack on me no Santa
And I got designer on me no Panda
And I got the fire on me no candle
Plus all of my homies gon slide won't need no sandals (Guap Route Ayy)



Credits
Writer(s): Kailon Burrell
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