Lyrics Starter Kit - Archielee214

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Starter kit, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hard than a bitch like

Starter kit, I'm hard than a bitch like
Who came in the bitch? I'm going far
I'm a star in this bitch like
SRT sound like it farted

Bitches think I'm retarded
I don't have no other option
I play my role, go for my goal
Never put your trust in a hoe

Pot on the stove
Broke my right wrist and my left wrist froze
These niggas don't know
Had to sco them low bowls

And I had to sell them for high
Have you ever hit the road
Had to risk your life
Keep a Fn on my side

Bad bitch too my right
trafficking narcotics
I'm really out my body
Ain't giving my plug to nobody
I'm really in the mix

This traffic shit ain't no hobby
Ayy, four bowls of exotic
Don't call my phone if you ain't shopping
Having that good gas, I'm having options

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
I'm going to win
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
I don't need no friends

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Rock out to the end
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Make them eat up the drip

I'ma go back in, they watching the kid
See what we did, it's too late
To be a part of this shit
Scat pack came with a starter kit

Custom my whip and custom of my kicks
Think I'm signing them deals, how I'm balling and shit
Wait till you see what I spent on my wrist
I'm somebody now, you can google me

Aint Going back to who I used to be
It's crazy cuz I'm just doing me
I keep on steady influencing
I'm not new to this

Chopper came with a new cooler kit
Niggas be broke, ain't moving shit
Can't get used to it
I'ma grind till I'm super rich

I'm bout All my green like the Grinch
I still will bust down a pound
Came up off rap
How do you sound

How do you sound
How do you sound
How do you sound
Starter kit, I'm hard than a bitch like

Who came in the bitch I'm going far
I'm a star in the bitch like
SRT sound like it farted
Bitches think I'm retarded

I don't have no other option
Yeah, I play my role
Go for my goal
Never put your trust in a hoe

Pot on the stove
Broke my right wrist and my left wrist froze
These niggas don't know
Had to sco them low bowls

And I had to sell them for high
How do you sound
How do you sound
How do you sound

How do you sound
How do you sound
How do you sound