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
Young nigga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like
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 a forever dream
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
Young nigga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like
Me and Vince, we craccin' like
Crippin' in our afterlife
Light or dark I'll spark, don't fuck with narcs
So don't be talkin' 'bout me
My big homie name me get 'em, kill 'em
Cause if I got 'em I'ma kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em
We on the border so they cliquing 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' 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
Keeping to my gun in reach
Fillet the beef
Been a mathematician, load nine, subtracted eight
I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face but I ain't trippin'
niggas know I'm 'round the way
So ain't no liquor stores today
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
Young nigga and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like
Me and Vince, we crackin' like
Crippin' in our afterlife