Naan Punk

Girl Yaya
Boy What
These straight niggas think they the only ones that can rap
Oh hell Nah
They think they the only ones that can spit flows and talk about fucking hoes
Prince, they got you fucked up
They must not know you can spit for real
Exactly cause this punk can and will
Friend talk your shit
Dj start the motherfucking beat

Now you don't know Naan Punk, that's popping shit more than me
Who the prince of the streets
So cant Naan Nigga come fuck with me
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
That'll have a nigga on his knees begging
Make that nigga feel like he in heaven two days later fucked up his credit
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
That'll slap a nigga crazy if he talk shit
Who never been scared of a opp bitch
Pulled up in yo city still pop shit
You don't know naan punk
Nigga you don't know naan punk

That call himself prince of the hood cause he be with them shooters
Westside Eastside we'll do ya
Talk crazy on the net I'll shoot ya
Trina might be the baddest bitch
But I'm the baddest nigga
Been fucking yo nigga so my ass getting bigger
I be bouncing on the dick like we Winnie and Tiger
But this ass ain't free so you know he a spender

But fuck this sex talking wassup
I heard these bitches wanna beat me up
But you know I ain't never gave a fuck
Cause my hands stay ready to slap a bitch, box a bitch, up and down all threw this shit
I'm the prince of the hood and I ain't having it
Royalty round this bitch you my peasant bitch
I'm going to stay lit while these hoes irrelevant little bitch

That's how you do it prince
Show them niggas you been popping, been the shit, been rapping
Allat yea
Real nigga shit

Now you don't know Naan Punk, that's popping shit more than me
Who the prince of the streets
So cant Naan Nigga come fuck with me
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
That'll have a nigga on his knees begging
Make that nigga feel like he in heaven two days later fucked up his credit
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
Who'll slap a nigga crazy if he talk shit
Who never been scared of a opp bitch
Pulled up in yo city still pop shit
You don't know naan punk
Nigga you don't know naan punk

Now you don't know Naan Punk, that's popping shit more than me
Who the prince of the streets
So cant Naan Nigga come fuck with me
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
That'll have a nigga on his knees begging
Make that nigga feel like he in heaven two days later fucked up his credit
Nigga you don't know Naan Punk
Who'll slap a nigga crazy if he talk shit
Who never been scared of a opp bitch
Pulled up in yo city still pop shit
You don't know naan punk
Nigga you don't know naan punk