Vince Staples - Yeah Right lyrics

[Chorus: 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) [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Is your house big? Is your car nice? Is your girl fine? f** 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 [Chorus: 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) [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Pretty women wanna slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a rich man's b**h Pretty women want a couple kids Pretty women want a new a**, 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? [Chorus: 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) [Bridge: Kućka] 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 [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] 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 n***a be like "deada**" L.A. n***a 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 f**in' gym Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle A b**hes 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 n***a? Yeah right I don't fair fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next roadk** for the headlight Hangin' though my last four k**s for the highlights My life, high life, high five, bye, bye [Chorus: 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)