[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, 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 1: Staples] Is house big? Is your car nice? Is girl fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If song played, would they know that? How the thug How the love life? How the workload? Is buzz right? Do the trap Is the club right? Got your head Boy, yeah right
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[Verse 2: Staples] Pretty women wanna slit the Pretty women wanna be a man's bitch Pretty women want a kids women want a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna push a Come correct and she let you in Thumbin' the checks, she gets it in on your neck, is them pretend?
[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that dependin' what direction You're Got an enemy tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You pretend to get a better idea about the You're Keep pretendin' that you Until every selfie is
[Verse 3: Kendrick Pop 'til fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop 'til he Pop like on the floor been in rotation No demand, I understand my name is only for conversation New York nigga be "deadass" L.A. be like "on the dead homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist Roll fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember Just yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid two David Wayne's, retire early Fade shadows, corrallin' the cattle A bitches decision for you, is Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for with more to gain A sad nigga? right I fair fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next roadkill for the 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, right, yeah 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 right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)