Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Vince Staples
Album:  Blank Face LP
Song:   Ride Out
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chorus 2X: ScHoolboy Q]
Ride out, big, smoke
Re-up, get, dough
Gs up, hoes, blow
Freeze up, eyes, closed

[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' everythin'
Everythin', 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, oh now it's jeans that 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
Ow!

[Chorus]

[Interlude: 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 Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist
Who said this was overnight? Me and Vince, we crackin' like
Crippin' in our afterlife

[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 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 bussin', know you bluffin' 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

[ScHoolboy Q]
Huh, 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
Keepin' my gun in reach
Filet the beef, clip reach from Figg side to Norfolk Beach
In a stolen Expedition, in your hood cause you the mission
Been a mathematician, loaded 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] + [Interlude]

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Ride-ride-ride-ride-ride
Ride-ride-ride - get, dough
Gs-Gs-Gs-Gs-Gs
... Eyes, closed
Ride-ride-ride-ride-ride... {*5X*}