Starter Kit (feat. VVSNCE)
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Arin Fields, Essiance Davis, Kamil Budek, Joshua Patrick Mcquiggan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.