Street Punks Lyrics - Summertime 06 - Vince Staples

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 

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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? 

Bet my last rack you ain't have that 

Why? Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! 

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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 he in a 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 rocking, nigga, you know who we wackin' now 

You ain't never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it 

Catch me off nado 

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? 

Bet my last rack you ain't have that 

Why? Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk!