Yeah Right Lyrics - Vince Staples

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah) 

Is your house big? Is your car nice? 

Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night 

Is you well paid? Are your shows packed? 

If your song played, would they know that? 

How the thug life? How the love life? 

How the workload? Is your buzz right? 

Do the trap jump? Is the club right? 

Got your head right? Boy, yeah right 

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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah) 

Pretty women wanna slit the wrist 

Pretty women wanna be a rich man's bitch 

Pretty women want a couple kids 

Pretty women want a new ass, new lips 

Pretty women wanna push a Benz 

Come correct and she won't let you in 

Thumbin' through the checks, she gets it in 

Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend? 

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Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah) 

Got an enemy that changes dependin' what direction 

You're facin' 

Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient 

You're placed in 

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle 

You're chasin' 

Keep pretendin' that you real 

Until every selfie is erased 

Pop 'til it's fakin' 

Pop 'til the wrist pop 

Pop 'til he shakin' 

Pop like four on the floor been in rotation 

No allegation 

Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation 

New York nigga be like "deadass" 

L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies" 

I was off the porch like Fed-Ex 

211, got bread on me 

K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist 

Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp 

Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them 

Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym 

Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty 

Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early 

Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle 

A bitches decision for you, is narrow 

Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh 

The physic, the chemist, the lame 

Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange 

Compatible for riches with more to gain 

A sad nigga? Yeah right 

I don't fair fight but I bear fight 

Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight 

Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights 

My life, high life, high five, bye, bye 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right) 

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right 

(Boy yeah)