Ride out - Schoolboy Q feat Vince Staples
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Young n_gga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, n_gga, yeah I'm baller like
B_tch I think I'm Dolamite, b_tch I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this is overnight, album four is really like
Crippin' on my minibike
Either hoop or sellin' 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, mane
N_ggas shootin' everything, everything
You know the gang we represent
Specialize in pistol grips
Shootin' out my momma's whip
Always got an empty clip
Top Dawg in this b_tch
N_gga's puttin' d_cks inside your baby momma's momma's lips
Shootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no f_ckin' murder scene
Crips don't f_ck with Crips oh now it's jeans that look like the rival team
Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dream
Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Young n_gga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, n_gga, yeah I'm baller like
B_tch I think I'm Dolamite, b_tch I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like
Crippin' in our afterlife
[Vince Staples:]
Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybody
Light or dark I'll spark, don't f_ck with narcs
So don't be talkin' 'bout me
My big homie made me get 'em, kill 'em
Cause if I got 'em I'ma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em
I'm from the bottom, that's the top of the town
We on the [?] so they clip us up for knockin' 'em down
My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it down
Get to bussin', know you bluffed it, n_gga
If that b_tch can't make me rich then ain't no need in f_ckin' with her
Turn around and f_ck her sister
Heard that b_tch, got EBT
Long Beach ain't seen sh_t like me
Since Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burner
On the day they murdered Baby D
That ain't murder baby, heat
I'm in that Benz with Lil Boy
So lil boy don't play with me
I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth
Try to creep on me, you're dyin' in your homie's seat
Keep to my gun and reach
Filet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk Beach
In a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the mission
Been a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eight
I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face but I ain't trippin'
Blunt was laced, n_ggas know I'm 'round the way
So ain't no liquor stores today
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Young n_gga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, n_gga, yeah I'm baller like
B_tch I think I'm Dolamite, b_tch I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like
Crippin' in our afterlife
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, big dope
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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