Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Startender’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let’s get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that’s too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Eliantte chains, now it’s time to run it up
And the gang got a tool
So you know they one of us
Yeah, shawty got ass she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli
Offse
Hundred in my fanny, yeah (hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (fam’)
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (whoo)
Baguettes on my wrist and they can’t stand me, huh (baguettes)
Cocoa on my Maybach like it’s Freaknik (smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred rounds and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain’t cheap, cheap (woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon’ eat?
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap’ (static)
Green Lantern Lambo’ with yo’ bitch creepin’ (skrrt)
He got to popping bodies so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M’s and feed ’em (hey)
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah!)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Bitch, I’m number one like I’m Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Popping shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly
Have my nigga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter
If I’m in it, it ain’t rented
Got the rims so biggie and my tires look skinny
Good pussy and you pretty
But you better off the Henny (yeah)
I ain’t Ray J, told a bitch, “Wait a minute” (damn)
Diamonds on my dick
Told the bitch, “Come and get it” (hold up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishing (yeah)
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don’t think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Mmh, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitch (bang)