Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride Out, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
Ride Out |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |