Schoolboy Q, Vince Staples - Ride Out lyrics

[Schoolboy Q, Vince Staples - Ride Out lyrics]

Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper-like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah
I'm baller-like
Bitch, I think I'm Dolemite, bitch
I'm going Poltergeist
Who said this was overnight? Album four
It's really like (yeah)

Cripping on my minibike
(Oh) , either hoop or selling white
Brillo pad, the smoker's pipe
My pistol cocked, you tryna fight?
Say he wanna be a cuz
Put his brains to the right
Bruh, this ain't the eighties, man
Niggas shooting everything
Everything, you know the gang we represent
Specialize in pistol grips
Shooting out my mama's whip
Always gotta empty clip
Top Dawg in this bitch
Niggas putting dicks inside your
Baby mama's mama's lips
Shooting all the witnesses
It ain't no fucking murder scene
Crips don't fuck with Crips so now his
Jeans look like the rival team
Wrong hat and shoes
Put your ass on a forever-dream
Heating up the summer 'til the winter fall
Spring clean (Oh)

Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper-like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah
I'm baller-like
Bitch, I think I'm Dolemite, bitch
I'm going Poltergeist (yeah)
Who said this was overnight? Me and Vince
We cracking like Cripping in our afterlife

Yeah, 'cause at Ramona Park
We beef with everybody
Light or dark, I spark, don't fuck with narcs
So don't be talking 'bout me
My big homie named me "Get Em, Kill Em"
'Cause if I got 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I ain't playing with 'em
I'm from the bottom
That's the top of the town we on the border
So they cliquing up for knocking us down
My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck
So I ain't turnin' it down
Get to busting, know you bluffing, nigga
If that bitch can't make me rich
Then ain't no need in fucking with her
Turn around and fuck her sister
Heard that bitch got EBT
Long Beach ain't seen shit like me
Since Tracy D and DPG
I went and got a burner on
The day they murdered Baby D
I'm in that Benz with Lil' Boy, so, lil' boy
Don't play with me

Huh, I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street
My knuckles full of teeth
Try to creep on me
You're dying in your homie seat
Keeping to my gun in reach for later beef
Clip reach from Figg Side to Norfolk Beach
In a stolen Expedition, in your hood
'cause you the mission
Been a mathematician, loadin' nine
Subtracting eight
I'm keeping one for just in
Case, don't cover face, but I ain't trippin'
Blunt was laced
Niggas know I'm 'round the way
So ain't no liquor stores today

Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, get smoke re-up, get dough
Gs up, hoes blow freeze up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm proper-like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga
Yeah I'm baller-like
Bitch, I think I'm Dolemite, bitch
I'm going Poltergeist
You said this was overnight me and Vince
We cracking like Cripping in our afterlife
Ride Ride Ride Ride ride Ride Ride get dough
Gs Gs Gs Gs Gs eyes closed
Ride Ride Ride Ride ride Ride Ride Ride
Ride Ride Ride Ride ride Ride Ride Ride
Ride Ride Ride Ride

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