Artist: Vince Staples f/ KUCKA, Kendrick Lamar Album: Big Fish Theory Song: Yeah Right Typed by: Cedmaster3K Ohh! [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 yeeeeeah - oww!) [Vince Staples] 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 plug right? Got your head right? Boy yeah right [Chorus] [Vince Staples] Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist Pretty woman 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 a check, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend? [Chorus] [Interlude: KUCKA] Got an enemy that changes Dependin' what direction, you're fa-cin' 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 cha-sin' Keep pretendin', make it real Until every cell replaced, erased [Kendrick Lamar] Pop 'til it's vacant 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, uh Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them Just canary yellow gem, jumpin' out the fuckin' gym, uh Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty, uh Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early, uh Fade like shadows, the stallion, the cattle A bitch's 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' on my last four kills for the highlights My life, Hiii life, high five, bye bye [Outro: 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 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 yeeeeeah!)