Starter Kit Lyrics – Kodak Black
(*** touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a *** soul)
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and ***, yeah, that’s my starter kit
***-ass ***, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that ***?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that ***
Talkin’ ’bout *** on the phone, his *** got swole, he know I be throwin’ that ***
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 *** payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part
Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things, they can’t *** with me, can’t *** 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
*** was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life
Always lit, ***, we in VLive
Young *** poppin’ ***, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can’t decide
*** it, old school Chevrolet
In the club doin’ your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman
*** 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 *** 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 ***, yeah, that’s my starter kit
***-ass ***, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that ***?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that ***
Talkin’ ’bout *** on the phone, his *** got swole, he know I be throwin’ that ***
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 *** payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part
Too gangster for this ***, I might not never get no award
*** 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 *** my heart
*** think this *** 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 ***, let me be your ***, 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 ***, “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 ***, yeah, that’s my starter kit
***-ass ***, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain’t even throw that ***?
Shorty so fine how she glidin’ on down that pole and how she throw that ***
Talkin’ ’bout *** on the phone, his *** got swole, he know I be throwin’ that ***
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 *** payin’ my bills, so I hold him down and play my part