Vince Staples Street Punks song lyrics

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?

Bet my last rack you ain't have that

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 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!