Ride Out lyrics

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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

[Post-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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 Dolemite, b*tch, I'm going Poltergeist
Who said this was overnight? Album four, it's really like (Yeah)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Cripping on my minibike (Oh), either hoop or selling white
Brillo pad, the smoker's pipe, my pistol c*cked, you tryna fight?
Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right
Bruh, this ain't the eighties, man, n*ggas 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 b*tch
n*ggas putting di*ks inside your baby mama's mama's lips
Shooting all the witnesses, it ain't no f*cking murder scene
Crips don't f*ck 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)
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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

[Post-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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 Dolemite, b*tch, I'm going Poltergeist (Yeah)
Who said this was overnight?
Me and Vince, we cracking like Cripping in our afterlife

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Yeah, 'cause at Ramona Park, we beef with everybody
Light or dark, I spark, don't f*ck 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, n*gga
If that b*tch can't make me rich
Then ain't no need in f*cking 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
I'm in that Benz with Lil' Boy, so, lil' boy, don't play with me
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
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, n*ggas know I'm 'round the way
So ain't no liquor stores today

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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

[Post-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
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 Dolemite, b*tch, I'm going Poltergeist
You said this was overnight
Me and Vince, we cracking like Cripping in our afterlife
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
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—