- ScHoolboy Q Ride Out 歌詞
- 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 Im proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah Im baller like
Bitch I think Im Dolamite, bitch Im goin poltergeist
You said this is overnight, album four is really like
Crippin on my minibike
Either hoop or sellin white
Brillo pad, the smokers pipe
My pistol cocked, you tryna fight?
Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right
Bruh, this aint the eighties, mane
Niggas shootin everything, everything
You know the gang we represent
Specialize in pistol grips
Shootin out my mommas whip
Always got an empty clip
Top Dawg in this bitch
Niggas puttin dicks inside your baby mommas mommas lips
Shootin all the witnesses, it aint no fuckin murder scene
Crips dont fuck with Crips oh now its 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
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 Im proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah Im baller like
Bitch I think Im Dolamite, bitch Im 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 Ill spark, dont fuck with narcs
So dont be talkin bout me
My big homie made me get em, kill em
Cause if I got em Ima kill em, I aint playin with em
Im from the bottom, thats 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 aint turnin it down
Get to bussin, know you bluffed it, nigga
If that bitch cant make me rich then aint 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 aint murder baby, heat
Im in that Benz with Lil Boy
So lil boy dont play with me
Im ridin cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth
Try to creep on me, youre dyin in your homies 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
Im keepin one for just in case, dont cover face but I aint trippin
Blunt was laced, niggas know Im round the way
So aint 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 Im proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah Im baller like
Bitch I think Im Dolamite, bitch Im 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
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