[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
1: Vince Staples] Is your house Is your car nice? Is girl fine? Fuck her all night Is you well Are your shows packed? If your played, would they know that? How the life? How the love life? How the workload? Is buzz right? Do the jump? Is the club right? Got head right? Boy, yeah right
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Verse 2: Staples] Pretty wanna slit the wrist Pretty wanna be a rich man's bitch Pretty want a couple kids Pretty women want a new ass, new Pretty women push a Benz Come and she won't let you in Thumbin' the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is pretend?
[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that dependin' what direction facin' Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' efficient placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' you real every selfie is erased
[Verse 3: Kendrick Pop 'til it's Pop the wrist pop Pop 'til he Pop like four on the been in rotation No Popular demand, I my name is only for conversation New nigga be like "deadass" L.A. nigga be like "on the homies" I was off the porch Fed-Ex 211, got on me K-Dot twilight the Roll like fried and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember Just canary yellow gem, out the fuckin' gym like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid two David Wayne's, retire early Fade like shadows, the cattle A bitches decision for you, is Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for whenever exchange Compatible for riches more to gain A sad nigga? right I fair fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my roadkill for the headlight Hangin' though my four kills for the highlights My life, life, high five, bye, bye
Vince Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)