Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Street Punk lyrics

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Street Punk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty & OG Maco] Whole HoodRich they family OG Parker [Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan] We havin' b**hes on b**hes, money on money Exclusive b**hes, I got 'em from London Thirty round, fifty round, shoot out a hundred Count up them fifties, count up them hundreds Fine b**h, she got an a** on her But I'm so rich I might pa** on her Foreign, I do the whole dash on it I'm riding 'round, I got too much cash on it Rich n***a do what I want I pull up in the Ghost like I haunt Kickin' this sh** like a punt I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk [Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] n***a you just a lil p**y But I tear a b**h for that cookie All of my diamonds they VVS All of your diamonds they look a lil dusty (bling) Whole HoodRich they family f**in' my b**h from Shamalee Make that lil n***a regret it Grew up, I can rent an Andretti Doo doo doo, pop his a** 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 b**h an actress Finna cop a crib next to Saks Fifth [Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame a** n***a) [Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan] You know I'm too rich for that bullsh** These n***as 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 d**h, I got more bodies than Mad Max When I dress they don't know what I wear When I put on my j**elry 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 b**h, I know I could do better [Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan] n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk n***a you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame a** n***a) [Outro: HoodRich Pablo Juan] Hah, lame a** n***a Hah, lame a** n***a Hah, lame a** n***a