Ride Out
ScHoolboy Q feat. Vince Staples Lyrics
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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
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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 βπ»
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