Lirik Lagu Ride Out feat. Vince Staples - Schoolboy Q
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Ride out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closedRide out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closed
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this is overnight, album four is really likeCrippin' on my minibikeEither hoop or sellin' whiteBrillo pad, the smoker's pipeMy pistol cocked, you tryna fight?Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the rightBruh, this ain't the eighties, maneNiggas shootin' everything, everythingYou know the gang we representSpecialize in pistol gripsShootin' out my momma's whipAlways got an empty clipTop Dawg in this bitchNigga's puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lipsShootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder sceneCrips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans that look like the rival teamWrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dreamHeatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean
Ride out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closedRide out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closed
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' likeCrippin' in our afterlife
Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybodyLight or dark I'll spark, don't fuck with narcsSo don't be talkin' 'bout meMy big homie made me get 'em, kill 'emCause if I got 'em I'ma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'emI'm from the bottom, that's the top of the townWe on the so they clip us up for knockin' 'em downMy burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it downGet to bussin', know you bluffed it, niggaIf that bitch can't make me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with herTurn around and fuck her sisterHeard that bitch, got EBTLong Beach ain't seen shit like meSince Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burnerOn the day they murdered Baby DThat ain't murder baby, heatI'm in that Benz with Lil BoySo lil boy don't play with me
I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teethTry to creep on me, you're dyin' in your homie's seatKeep to my gun and reachFilet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk BeachIn a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the missionBeen a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eightI'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 waySo ain't no liquor stores today
Ride out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closedRide out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closed
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' likeCrippin' in our afterlife
Ride, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, big dopeGs, gs, gs, gs, gsEyes closedRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, ride
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this is overnight, album four is really likeCrippin' on my minibikeEither hoop or sellin' whiteBrillo pad, the smoker's pipeMy pistol cocked, you tryna fight?Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the rightBruh, this ain't the eighties, maneNiggas shootin' everything, everythingYou know the gang we representSpecialize in pistol gripsShootin' out my momma's whipAlways got an empty clipTop Dawg in this bitchNigga's puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lipsShootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder sceneCrips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans that look like the rival teamWrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dreamHeatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean
Ride out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closedRide out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closed
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' likeCrippin' in our afterlife
Yeah, cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybodyLight or dark I'll spark, don't fuck with narcsSo don't be talkin' 'bout meMy big homie made me get 'em, kill 'emCause if I got 'em I'ma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'emI'm from the bottom, that's the top of the townWe on the so they clip us up for knockin' 'em downMy burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it downGet to bussin', know you bluffed it, niggaIf that bitch can't make me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with herTurn around and fuck her sisterHeard that bitch, got EBTLong Beach ain't seen shit like meSince Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burnerOn the day they murdered Baby DThat ain't murder baby, heatI'm in that Benz with Lil BoySo lil boy don't play with me
I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teethTry to creep on me, you're dyin' in your homie's seatKeep to my gun and reachFilet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk BeachIn a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the missionBeen a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eightI'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 waySo ain't no liquor stores today
Ride out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closedRide out, big smokeRe-up, big dopeGs up, hoes blowFreeze up, eyes closed
Young nigga and I'm proper likeCouple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller likeBitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeistYou said this was overnight, me and Vince, we crackin' likeCrippin' in our afterlife
Ride, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, big dopeGs, gs, gs, gs, gsEyes closedRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, rideRide, ride, ride, ride
