Ride Out

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






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 goin' Poltergeist

Who said this was overnight? Album four is really like (Yeah)






Crippin' on my minibike (Oh), 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, mayne, 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

Niggas 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 so now his jeans look like the rival team

Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on a forever-dream

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






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






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 goin' Poltergeist (Yeah)

Who 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 talking 'bout me

My big homie named 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 border, so they cliquin' up for knockin' us down

My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it down

Get to bustin', 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






Huh, I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street

My knuckles full of teeth

Try to creep on me, you're dyin' 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, load nine, subtracting 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, 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






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 goin' Poltergeist

You said this was overnight

Me and Vince, we crackin' like, crippin' in our afterlife






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