Ride Out
ScHoolboy Q feat. Vince Staples Lyrics


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Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
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 Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this is 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, 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
Nigga's 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 the forever dream
Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean

Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
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 Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist
You 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 talkin' 'bout me
My big homie named me 'Get 'em kill 'em'
'Cause if I got 'em I'mma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em
I'm from the bottom, that's the top of the town
We on the boulder so they clip us up for knockin' 'em 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

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 Fig 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

Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
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 Dolamite, 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, big dope
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

Overall Meaning

The song "Ride Out" by ScHoolboy Q ft. Vince Staples is a gangsta rap track that features strong lyrics about the inner city lifestyle. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase, "ride out, big smoke, re-up, big dope, Gs up, hoes blow, freeze up, eyes closed," which seems to glorify the drug use and criminal activity in the neighborhood. The verses are rapped by ScHoolboy Q and Vince Staples and show their pride in their gang affiliation and willingness to use violence to protect their turf. ScHoolboy Q raps about his success as a rapper despite his troubled past, and Vince Staples expresses his loyalty to his gang and willingness to kill for them. The song ends with a repeating rhythm of "ride, ride, ride," which could be interpreted as the never-ending cycle of violence and crime in their community.


Overall, "Ride Out" is a powerful and gritty depiction of life in the inner city, and the realities that many people face every day. The lyrics are raw and honest, and the beat is hard-hitting, making it a standout track in the world of gangsta rap.


Line by Line Meaning

Ride out, big smoke
Leaving with a smoke in hand


Re-up, big dope
Getting more drugs


Gs up, hoes blow
Members of the gang are high and getting sexual favors


Freeze up, eyes closed
High to the point of being immobile


Young nigga and I'm proper like
I'm young, but I know what I'm doing


Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like
I'm rich and flaunting it


Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist
I feel invincible and powerful


You said this is overnight, album four is really like
You thought I became successful quickly, but it was a long journey


Crippin' on my minibike
I'm still a member of my gang even when riding my minibike


Either hoop or sellin' white
My only options were playing basketball or selling drugs


Brillo pad, the smoker's pipe
Cleaning a drug pipe with steel wool


My pistol cocked, you tryna fight?
I'm always armed and not afraid to use it


Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right
I won't hesitate to kill someone pretending to be a member of my gang


Bruh, this ain't the eighties, mane
Times have changed and violence is more prevalent now


Niggas shootin' everything, everything
People are shooting at anything and everything now


You know the gang we represent
We are representing our gang


Specialize in pistol grips
We know how to handle guns


Shootin' out my momma's whip
We are shooting out of my car


Always got an empty clip
We are always prepared and never caught off guard


Top Dawg in this bitch
I'm the boss here


Nigga's puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lips
People are disrespecting my family, so I'll retaliate


Shootin' all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder scene
We are making sure there are no witnesses to our crimes


Crips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans that look like the rival team
We don't associate with other members of our own gang who are dressed like members of a rival gang


Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the forever dream
Wearing the wrong colors or clothing could get you killed


Heatin' up the summer 'til the winter fall, spring clean
We'll cause chaos all year round


Yeah, 'cause at Ramona Park we beef with everybody
We are always in conflict with someone


Light or dark I'll spark, don't fuck with narcs
I will attack anyone who tries to harm me or snitch on me


So don't be talkin' 'bout me
Don't spread rumors or gossip about me


My big homie named me 'Get 'em kill 'em'
My mentor gave me this nickname because I'm not afraid to take care of business


'Cause if I got 'em I'mma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em
I'm serious when it comes to taking out my enemies


I'm from the bottom, that's the top of the town
I'm from the poorest part of town


We on the boulder so they clip us up for knockin' 'em down
We are targets because of our success


My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I ain't turnin' it down
I'm always armed and dangerous


Get to bussin', know you bluffed it, nigga
I will respond to your bluff with real gunfire


If that bitch can't make me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with her
I'm not wasting my time if a woman can't contribute to my wealth


Turn around and fuck her sister
I'm not above sleeping with someone's sister if it benefits me


Heard that bitch, got EBT
I heard that girl is on welfare


Long Beach ain't seen shit like me
No one in Long Beach is like me


Since Tracy D and DPG I went and got a burner
I have been preparing for violence since my early days


On the day they murdered Baby D
I remember the day Baby D was killed


I'm in that Benz with Lil Boy
I'm cruising around in my Mercedes with my crew


So lil boy don't play with me
Don't mess with me or my crew


I'm ridin' cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth
I'm showing off my motorcycle while wearing brass knuckles


Try to creep on me, you're dyin' in your homie's seat
You won't get the best of me


Keepin' my gun in reach
I always have my weapon within reach


Filet the beef, clip reach from Fig side to Norfolk Beach
I can take care of business anywhere in the city


In a stolen Expedition, in your hood 'cause you the mission
I'm driving through enemy territory to complete a mission


Been a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eight
I'm calculating how much ammo I have left in my gun


I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face but I ain't trippin'
I have a spare gun just in case and I'm not worried about being identified


Blunt was laced, niggas know I'm 'round the way
I'm smoking a laced blunt and everyone knows I'm in the area


So ain't no liquor stores today
I'm not going to the store to buy alcohol because I'm high enough already


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me


Ride, ride, ride, big dope
Ride with me while we're high


Gs, gs, gs, gs, gs
We're gangsters


Eyes closed
We're high out of our minds


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me


Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride with me




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Quincy Hanley, Vince Staples, Mark Spears

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Maurice Hunter

One of the hardest drops in History.

Alan 2.0

So hard it removes stress

Aiden G

Love how hard this beat cranks. Blank Face was a special album

Jenipher Rose

Aiden G it all banged ✌🏻

Dylan Broaddus

For somebody out of the gang life this one went harder than fuck

Donna R/T

This is most definitely a top 5 song from him for me the feels you get from this is very heavy real sinister feel

praise be

This album is incredible

M_ n _M

That guitar riff toward the end goes dummy hard

Jaaben

Absolutely my favourite Q track, beat, verses, and chorus are dirty af

PlightOfAMan

Vince and school boys flow are and voice are so unique

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