Shawn Scrilla - Starter Pack Lyrics

Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering with my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist
Wanna get some money nigga we can do a partnership
These niggas ain’t riding for me they really on my target list
Mortal Kombat I’ma finish you if you starting it
I’m stiff on shawty now this bitch think I got Parkinsons
He wanna be gang gang, nigga wanna be bro
10 Niggas with me at the show
I just might walk through like the pope
Too many racks on me no joke
Hotboy I got fur on my coat
All blues like I bang wit the locs
Nigga my bank don’t fold
She chose me I got picked like a fro
Nigga you cuffed, quit it
Ima leap in that hoe, ribbit
Pimp a bitch I ain’t playin Xzibit
Doin the dash, got paper for tickets
If I’m pullin up it’s litty
My slimes gone fuck up the city
Passenger seat it's a bad bitty
She wanna fuck I’m a tad busy
Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering wit my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist
I got fye up under my belt
None of my shit gone sit on the shelf
Racks on me, I ain’t need no help
Christmas time, we ain’t have no elf
Tom Ford, YSL my smell
I get around, my name ring a bell
Grind mode, I ain’t need no rail
Gelato my wood, lil nigga I’m shell
I smoke potent
The opps what I’m smoking
Got plays in motion
Tell em my price he gone think I’m joking
I’m slick like lotion
You in a rush lil nigga we coasting
I tell a bitch we ain’t doin no posting
Yea that’s what she hoping for
Money only thing I’m open for
I’m in the paint like Okafor
I’ll never ever hold a whore
Fuck that shit, gotta get me some more
Last year I was pissy poor
Now I drip like a slippery floor
Nigga play and he get sent to the morgue
Free smoke it get delivered to doors yea
Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering wit my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist

Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering with my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist
Wanna get some money nigga we can do a partnership
These niggas ain’t riding for me they really on my target list
Mortal Kombat I’ma finish you if you starting it
I’m stiff on shawty now this bitch think I got Parkinsons
He wanna be gang gang, nigga wanna be bro
10 Niggas with me at the show
I just might walk through like the pope
Too many racks on me no joke
Hotboy I got fur on my coat
All blues like I bang wit the locs
Nigga my bank don’t fold
She chose me I got picked like a fro
Nigga you cuffed, quit it
Ima leap in that hoe, ribbit
Pimp a bitch I ain’t playin Xzibit
Doin the dash, got paper for tickets
If I’m pullin up it’s litty
My slimes gone fuck up the city
Passenger seat it's a bad bitty
She wanna fuck I’m a tad busy
Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering wit my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist
I got fye up under my belt
None of my shit gone sit on the shelf
Racks on me, I ain’t need no help
Christmas time, we ain’t have no elf
Tom Ford, YSL my smell
I get around, my name ring a bell
Grind mode, I ain’t need no rail
Gelato my wood, lil nigga I’m shell
I smoke potent
The opps what I’m smoking
Got plays in motion
Tell em my price he gone think I’m joking
I’m slick like lotion
You in a rush lil nigga we coasting
I tell a bitch we ain’t doin no posting
Yea that’s what she hoping for
Money only thing I’m open for
I’m in the paint like Okafor
I’ll never ever hold a whore
Fuck that shit, gotta get me some more
Last year I was pissy poor
Now I drip like a slippery floor
Nigga play and he get sent to the morgue
Free smoke it get delivered to doors yea
Bad bitch, big racks that’s my starter pack
Came from the bottom where I started at
I’m scarred from that, ain’t interfering wit my money won’t be part of that
Taxing nigga you can’t get a bargain yea
I took off just like a rocket like I’m Harden
She get ignored I’m not really wit that arguing
I beg ya pardon
Racks on enlargement
I got fye up under my belt like I’m an arsonist