Street Punks lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't worried 'bout the police
I ain't worried 'bout these lil' n*ggas talking 'bout they hold heat
I ain't stressing going broke
I don't never leave the residence alone, keep it on me
I'm the n*gga that you quote (That you quote)
I'm the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach
Get to acting like you know (Like you know)
Don't be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show
Heard the Feds taking pictures—let a motherf*cker pose
Tryna be the only Crippin' n*gga sitting in the Vogue
Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home
Tryna catch a n*gga slipping, but I'm sticking to the flow
Heard these n*ggas flipping coke—why the f*ck these n*ggas broke?
If it's shooters in the squad, what's the bodyguard for?
You ain't calling me collect, then I ain't pickin' up the phone
Got some homies from the set who ain't never coming home—
You wouldn't know about it

[Chorus]
You a street punk
You a motherf*cking street punk
No one know about you
You a street punk
You a motherf*cking street punk
Get some dough up out you
Where the cash at? Where the cash at? (Huh?)
Where your pass at? Where your stash at? (Huh?)
Bet my last rack you ain't have that (Huh?)
Why? 'Cause you a motherf*cking street punk
[Verse 2]
I don't know if you heard of me
But you heard them shots on the block—it's a murder scene
Go on, call the cops, open heart during surgery
Now his breathing stopped
Stupid n*gga, should've knew we tripping
Now he in a box
Winchesters, hundred in the box, Smith-Wesson
Stuff it to the top, and we coming to your spot
Knocking on the door, asking where he at
Playin' games, then we kick it down
Everybody flat on the ground
Kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout
You know how we rocking, n*gga
You know who we whacking now
You ain't never caught a body
Know it 'cause you talking 'bout it
Catch me off of Coronado
You a motherf*cking street punk

[Chorus]
You a street punk
You a motherf*cking street punk
No one know about you
You a street punk
You a motherf*cking street punk
Get some dough up out you
Where the cash at? Where the cash at? (Huh?)
Where your pass at? Where your stash at? (Huh?)
Bet my last rack you ain't have that (Huh?)
Why? 'Cause you a motherf*cking street punk
[Outro]
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