Kodak Black, VVSNCE - Starter Kit lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black, VVSNCE - Starter Kit lyrics]
(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
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