Yay Yay
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics


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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay

I'm a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain't get me paid
My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work overtime
So I'm standin' by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
Keep that work, got that Oxy, need that kilo, call that papi
Know my steelo, shrimp with sake, sold that hero'n, look like toffee
Keep my nina, just might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her old ass sixty something, so three hours late aiight
Still I love her, R.I.P., when she died, I took her place
And became a fucking G, moved my crack across the street

Figg get it, get it yeah
Drug dealin' nigga
Yawk yawk yawk

Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay

I'm a drug dealin' nigga, roll my cyc' on Hoover's street
Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free
Didn't know what he was sayin' til them years done jumped to three
Learned the game, slangin' hoes and every car door need a key
Charge them smokers day through night, sellin' pies who need a slice
Life is craps so shoot the dice, get the cheese but cut the mice
Enemies be left to right, we don't call our shit the trap
Bitch we call our shit the set, unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap
After crack it's Oxy next, but thank God the yay was yay
Off the yee like it's the bay, rock a chain I'm Kunta K
Out in Texas what's the word, keep them packs and that's for sure
Slang to him and slang to her, ask a fiend they will concur

Figg get it, get it yeah
Drug dealin' nigga
Yawk yawk yawk

Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock




That yay yay
That yay yay

Overall Meaning

ScHoolboy Q's song "Yay Yay" is about his experiences as a drug dealer. He describes his life as a "G," or gangster, who has been involved in violence and illicit activities since childhood. He has had guns and drugs in his possession, and he's been around strippers, drugs, and drug addicts. His lyrics suggest that he continues to sell drugs to make money and provide for his family.


He also touches on the impact that his environment has had on him. ScHoolboy Q mentions his grandmother, who tried to keep him safe by setting curfews, but whose hold over him weakened as she grew older. He also references Suga Free, a rapper from California, who gave him a sense of direction and purpose as he was learning the game. Although he understands that drug dealing puts him in harm's way and that he could potentially lose everything, he accepts the risk and is dedicated to his business. The chorus, "That Yay Yay," represents the drugs he sells, which bring him both income and danger.


In summary, the song "Yay Yay" expresses the ruthlessness and difficult reality of drug dealing, which has been a way of life for ScHoolboy Q. It shows how his environment, family, and friends have influenced his decisions and shaped his worldview.


Line by Line Meaning

Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
I used to carry guns and sell Oxycodone.


Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
I've been a gangster my whole life and had women around me at all times.


Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
I used to frequent strip clubs and sell cocaine.


Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
I had drug addicts at my doorstep, so I decided to sell crack cocaine.


That yay yay
That's how we refer to crack cocaine in the streets.


I'm a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain't get me paid
I had to resort to selling drugs because my grades didn't earn me enough money.


My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
My priorities are either making money or having sex.


Still I love her, R.I.P., when she died, I took her place
I still love my grandmother who has passed away, and I took over her role in the family as a leader and provider.


We don't call our shit the trap, Bitch we call our shit the set
We don't refer to our drug den as the trap, we call it the set.


Slang to him and slang to her, ask a fiend they will concur
I sell drugs to anyone who wants it, and drug addicts will agree with me.




Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MATTHEW SAMUELS, QUINCEY HANLEY, BRETT KRUGER, ZALE EPSTEIN

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