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Produced by Sounwave From the “Blank Face LP“ ℗ 2016 Interscope Records (Top Dawg Entertainment) Listen: Spotify: Apple Music: #ScHoolboyQ #RideOut #BlankFaceLP #VinceStaples #TDE #Crips Lyrics: [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] 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 [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] 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 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 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 [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] 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 [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] Young nigga and I'm proper like Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah, I'm baller like Bitch, I think I'm Dol3mite, bitch, I'm goin' poltergeist Who said this was overnight? Me and Vince, we crackin' like, crippin' in our afterlife [Verse 2: Vince Staples] 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 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 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 I'm in that Benz with Lil Boy, so, lil boy, don't play with me [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Ha, 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 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, 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 [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] 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 [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] 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 [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] 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
