Starter Kit (feat. Young Dolph) - 2 Chainz, Young Dolph

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You 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

Got granny what y’all doing with my

Bigger sister saying y’all lil boy look suspicious

Got mama saying what y’all doing with my dishes

Twelve came through and we had for the fishes

Got locked up in school, we ain’t worried 'bout detention

Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool

Whoadie mama said I know y’all boys ain’t been to school

Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school

Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool

rushed the card I have to call the fucking check ball

If swag was a plane I’m finna motherfucking 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 the rubber band and a digi scale

And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with

Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales

Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got

If you ain’t get no money my nigga then you can’t hang at this spot

Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get 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

I’m 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what’s shaking

I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it

My nigga told me don’t do it so I went paid the man

I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here

Strong packs and calculators, ain’t nothing but a pint in that refrigerator

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don’t call you back, then it’s over with