Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Punks, artist - Vince Staples. Album song Summertime '06, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Street Punks |
I ain’t worried about the police |
I ain’t worried about these little niggas talking about they hold heat |
I ain’t stressing going broke |
I don’t never leave them residences alone, keep it on me |
I’m the nigga that you quote |
I’m the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach |
Get to acting 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 slippin', but I’m stickin' to the flow |
Heard these niggas flippin' coke, why the fuck these niggas broke? |
If there’s shooters in the squad, what’s the bodyguard for? |
You ain’t calling me collect and I ain’t pickin' up the phone |
Got some homies from the set who ain’t never comin' home |
You wouldn’t know about it |
You a street punk |
You a muthafuckin' street punk |
No one know about you |
You a street punk |
You a muthafuckin' street punk |
This’ll blow up at you |
Where the cash at, where the cash at? |
Where ya pass at, where ya stash at? |
Bend my last rack doing head at |
Why? |
Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! |
I don’t know if ya heard of me |
But you heard them shots on the block, it’s a murder scene |
Go on call the cops, open heart, durin' surgery |
Now his breathing stopped, stupid niggas should of knew we tripping |
Now we in the box, Winchester’s |
Hundred in the box, Smith Wesson |
Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot |
Knocking on the door, askin' where he at |
Playin' games then we kick it down, everybody flat |
On the ground, kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout it |
Well you know how we rock it, nigga, you know who we wackin' now |
You ain’t never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it |
Catch me off outta- |
You a motherfucking street punk |
You a street punk |
You a muthafuckin' street punk |
No one know about you |
You a street punk |
You a muthafuckin' street punk |
This’ll blow up at you |
Where the cash at, where the cash at? |
Where ya pass at, where ya stash at? |
Bend my last rack doing head at |
Why? |
Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! |