Ride Out ScHoolboy Q (Ft. Vince Staples)

[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

[Post-Chorus: 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 going Poltergeist
Who said this was overnight? Album four, it's really like (Yeah)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Cripping on my minibike (Oh), either hoop or selling 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, man, niggas shooting everything
Everything, you know the gang we represent
Specialize in pistol grips, shooting out my mama's whip
Always gotta empty clip, Top Dawg in this bitch
Niggas putting dicks inside your baby mama's mama's lips
Shooting all the witnesses, it ain't no fucking 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
Heating up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean (Oh)