[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
1: Vince Staples] Is your big? Is your car nice? Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If your song played, would they know How the thug life? How the life? How the workload? Is buzz right? Do the trap jump? Is the club Got your head right? Boy, yeah
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[Verse 2: Vince women wanna slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a rich bitch women want a couple kids Pretty women want a new ass, new Pretty wanna push a Benz Come and she won't let you in through the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on neck, is them pretend?
[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
Kućka] Got an that changes dependin' what direction You're Got an that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' that you every selfie is erased
[Verse 3: Kendrick Pop 'til fakin' Pop the wrist 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. nigga be "on the dead homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist Roll like fried and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't them Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two David Wayne's, 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 don't fair fight but I fight Lookin' for my roadkill for the headlight Hangin' though my last four kills for the My life, life, high five, bye, bye
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