ScHoolboy Q — Ride Out

[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 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) [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] 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) [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 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 [Verse 2: Vince Staples] 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 [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, niggas 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 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 [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—