Starter Kit

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Starter Kit by 2 Chainz

Starter Kit Lyrics

Zaytoven
Yeah
Hold up, hold up, hold up

Kush pack and the rubber bands were my starter kit
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing if they ordered it
Front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
Kush pack and the rubber bands were my starter kit
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing when you ordered it
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?"
Goat granny saying, "What y'all doing with my fork?"
Big sister saying, "Y'all lil boys look suspicious"
Gunk mama saying, "What y'all doing with my dishes?" (Nah, for real)
12 Came through and we headed for the fishes
Got locked up at school, we ain't worried 'bout detention
Hard mama walking through the apartments with a tool, uh
Woadie mama said, "I know y'all boys ain't been to school," uh
Hit the D mall like a motherfuckin' school
Yeah, we shoot ball, we in the pool shooting pool
Jays rushed the court, I have to call a fuckin' check ball
Swag was a plane, I'm finna motherfuckin' 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 a rubber band
And a digi scale and a Ziploc
Residue all in my fingernails

Kush pack and the rubber bands were my starter kit
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing if they ordered it
Front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
Kush pack and the rubber bands were my starter kit (Ayy)
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it (Uh-huh)
Niggas taking every damn thing when
You ordered it (Paper Route Empire)
Front the packs and we don't call you back
Then it's over with (It's Dolph, it's Dolph)

Sandwich bags, Ziplocs
Six Glocks, twenty scales
Six spots, fuck my car, you should see what my bitch got
If you ain't gettin' no money, my nigga
Then you can't hang at this spot
Nigga wanna play, then okay, somebody gettin' 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 (Hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what's shaking (Dope boy)
I bought me fifty, he front me fifty
I thought 'bout taking it (Should I do it?)
My nigga told me don't do it, so I went paid the man (God damn)
I let your bitch come chew me, then told her get away from me (Woo)
Strong packs and calculators
Ain't nothin' but a pint in that 'frigerator

Kush pack and the rubber bands were my
Starter kit (It's Dolph, it's Dolph)
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it (Uh-huh)
Niggas taking every damn thing if they ordered it
Front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
Kush pack and the rubber bands were my starter kit
Gunshots at your mama's house 'cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing when you ordered it
Front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

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