Three5ive - starter jacket Lyrics

Match that too
Zip up, start a jacket, balencu, runners my bitch, a match that too
If I'm outside, I'm makin' pape And if I'm not, I'm at the stu
Loads, loads, hit that road bag em up and bring em in

I double C my bitch and pop out LV like I'm Dapper Dan
In the lou, I'm round down Lindell, yeah, Havin' more bows than a Center
If them boys get on that car, they gon' spin shit like a blender
Take his life, return to sender, ain't been turnt up in a minute

Put my palms up and pray, mama, I'm not tired of sinnin

I'm in Zari with Omilla, why these bitches think we twins
I told my bitch to call me 5ive, she say, nigga, that's for fans
My lil' niggas like to slide on somethin' they know for spinnin' Bens

Might pay to get hair did, I might give her some to spend
We be pickin' different bitches, then go trade em like the draft
Once I'm sellin' outta cuties, then I went and copped a slab
I don't write no more, baby, I just really like to stab

Wanna slide with us, lil' nigga, then you gotta catch a cap
Zip up, start a jacket, balencu, runners my bitch, a match that too
If I'm outside, I'm makin' pape And if I'm not, I'm at the stu
Loads, loads, hit that road bag em up and bring em in

I double C my bitch and pop out LV like I'm Dapper Dan
In the lou, I'm round down Lindell, yeah, Havin' more bows than a Center
If them boys get on that car, they gon' spin shit like a blender
Take his life, return to sender, ain't been turnt up in a minute

Put my palms up and pray, mama, I'm not tired of sinnin

Gotta pull up on these bitches, I ain't never droppin' lo
Bae, I can show you how to get it, no, I put shit on the flo
Run a bag for real, watch me and Nadi run shit off PNG

Know this thag legal pape, but I know niggas paid off EDD
Boy, I got shooters in that gym and they shoot shit like TNT
Just come with face, bae, you can't stay, no, that's not no BNB
Can't build no case if ain't no face, no, them boys not seein' me

Won't last too long, don't blow my phone, I put my shit on DND
Zip up, start a jacket, balencu, runners my bitch, a match that too
If I'm outside, I'm makin' pape And if I'm not, I'm at the stu
Loads, loads, hit that road bag em up and bring em in

I double C my bitch and pop out LV like I'm Dapper Dan
In the lou, I'm round down Lindell, yeah, Havin' more bows than a Center
If them boys get on that car, they gon' spin shit like a blender
Take his life, return to sender, ain't been turnt up in a minute

Put my palms up and pray, mama, I'm not tired of sinnin