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 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

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

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 what block and what division

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle

You're chasin'

Keep pretendin', make it real until every cell replaced, 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

I said, 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)

• Artist:Vince Staples
• Album:Big Fish Theory