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[Verse 1: Staples] Is your house big? Is car nice? Is your girl fine? her all night Is you paid? Are your shows packed? If your song played, they know that? How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your buzz Do the trap jump? Is the right? Got your head right? Boy, right
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
2: Vince Staples] Pretty women slit the wrist Pretty women be a rich man's bitch Pretty women want a couple women want a new ass, new lips Pretty women 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 right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
Kućka] Got an enemy that changes what direction You're Got an enemy tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle chasin' Keep that you real every selfie is erased
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop 'til fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop 'til he Pop like on the floor been in rotation No Popular demand, I understand my name is only for 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 rice and shrimp pimp, nah, don't remember them Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid 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 for Kendrick whenever exchange Compatible for riches with more to A sad Yeah right I don't fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my roadkill for the headlight though my last four kills for the highlights My life, life, high five, bye, bye
[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)