Ride Out Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

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 nigga and I'm proper like 

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like 

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch 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 

Niggas 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 bitch 

Nigga's puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lips 

Shootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder scene 

Crips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans and black the rival team 

Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dream 

Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean 

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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 nigga and I'm proper like 

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like 

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist 

You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' like 

Crippin' in our afterlife 

Photos 

Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybody 

Light or dark I'll spark, don't fuck 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, nigga 

If that bitch can't make me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with her 

Turn around and fuck her sister 

Murked that bitch, got EBT 

Long Beach, say some shit 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, niggas 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 nigga and I'm proper like 

Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like 

Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch 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