Street Punks

[Verse 1]

I ain't worried 'bout the police

I ain't worried 'bout these lil' niggas 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 nigga 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 motherfucker pose

Tryna be the only Crippin' nigga sitting in the Vogue

Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home

Tryna catch a nigga slipping, but I'm sticking to the flow

Heard these niggas flipping coke, why the fuck these niggas 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 motherfucking street punk

No one know about you

You a street punk

You a motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 nigga, 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, nigga

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 motherfucking street punk

[Chorus]

You a street punk

You a motherfucking street punk

No one know about you

You a street punk

You a motherfucking 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 motherfucking street punk