[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (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)
1: Vince Staples] Is your house big? Is car nice? Is your girl fine? Fuck her all Is you well Are your shows packed? If your played, would they know that? How the thug How the love life? How the workload? Is your right? Do the trap Is the club right? Got head right? Boy, yeah right
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[Verse 2: Staples] Pretty wanna slit the wrist Pretty women be a rich man's bitch Pretty women a couple kids women want a new ass, new lips Pretty wanna push a Benz correct and she won't let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, 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)
[Bridge: Got an enemy changes dependin' what direction You're Got an enemy that you off, blockin' what's efficient placed in You pretend to get a better about the lifestyle You're Keep pretendin' that you Until every selfie is
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop it's fakin' Pop the wrist pop Pop he shakin' Pop four on the floor been in rotation No Popular demand, I understand my name is only for New York be like "deadass" L.A. be like "on the dead homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me twilight the zeitgeist Roll like fried and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, remember them Just canary gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang like new Dana Dane, I dirty like two David Wayne's, retire early Fade shadows, corrallin' the cattle A bitches for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for with more to gain A sad nigga? Yeah I don't fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next for the headlight Hangin' though my last four for the highlights My life, high life, five, bye, bye
[Chorus: Staples] 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 right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)