Street Punk Lyrics - Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Intro: Lil Yachty & OG Maco] 

Whole Hoodrich they family 

OG Parker 

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

We havin' bitches on bitches, money on money 

Exclusive bitches, I got 'em from London 

Thirty round, fifty round, shoot out a hundred 

Count up them fifties, count up them hundreds 

Fine bitch, she got an ass on her 

But I'm so rich I might pass on her 

Foreign, I do the whole dash on it 

I'm riding 'round, I got too much cash on it 

Rich nigga do what I want 

I pull up in the Ghost like I haunt 

Kickin' this shit like a punt 

I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk 

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[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Shawty you just a lil street punk 

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] 

Nigga you just a lil pussy 

But I tear a bitch for that cookie 

All of my diamonds they VVS 

All of your diamonds they look a lil dusty (bling) 

Whole HoodRich they family 

Fuckin' my bitch from Shamalee 

Make that lil nigga regret it 

Grew up, I can rent an Andretti 

Doo doo doo, pop his ass if he set it 

She wanna hop in the Bentley coupe 

Keep talkin' down, I'ma send for you 

I bought me a truck, took it to the shop 

Told them to lift it an inch or two 

Two hundred thou my right wrist 

I'ma keep flexing like this 

And my new main bitch an actress 

Finna cop a crib next to Saks Fifth 

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[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Shawty you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga) 

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

You know I'm too rich for that bullshit 

These niggas beef on the internet 

Talkin' 'bout racks, we be spending that 

Juuged for it, need to go get your money back 

Lil Boat ballin' like the running back 

Riding 'round with like a hundred racks 

I need some more money, I can't relax 

Just add water to the dope like it's flapjacks 

I'm fresh to death, I got more bodies than Mad Max 

When I dress they don't know what I wear 

When I put on my jewelry they stare 

Stack the money up, it look like a chair 

Rockin' Christian Louboutin, doin' prayers 

Too many lil babies, got a daycare 

Thirty, fifty, hundred round, we don't play fair 

Me and Lil Boat got the money like Mayweather 

Cut off my old bitch, I know I could do better 

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Shawty you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Nigga you just a lil street punk 

Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga) 

[Outro: HoodRich Pablo Juan] 

Hah, lame ass nigga 

Hah, lame ass nigga 

Hah, lame ass nigga