Hahahahahaha Hey! Hey! Ride out, get in smoke, re-up, take it yo, Jesus, hold it yo, freeze up, eyes closed Ride out, get in smoke, re-up, take it yo, Jesus, hold it yo, freeze up, eyes closed Young nigga and I'm proper like, cup a hundred thousand on me nigga, yeah I'm baller like, bitch I think I'm dolomite, bitch I'm going poltergeist He said this was overnight, album four was really light, crippin' on my mini bike, eat the hoop, I'm sellin' right, willow path, I smoke a spike, my pistol cocked, I'm tryin' to fight Say he wanna be a cuz, put his brains to the right, bruh this ain't the 80's man, niggas shootin' everything, anything You know the gang we represent, specialize in pistol grip, shootin' out my momma's whip, always got an empty clip Top dog in his bitch, niggas puttin' dicks inside your baby momma's momma's lips Shootin' all the witnesses, that ain't no ***in' murder scene, crips don't *** with crips on nice jeans, just like the rival team Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on a forever dream, heatin' up the summer, till the winter fall, spring clean, out Ride out, get in smoke, re-up, get your G's up, hoes in low, freeze up, eyes and clothes Ride out, get in smoke, re-up, get your G's up, hoes in low, freeze up, eyes and clothes Young nigga in a proper light, cup a hundred thousand on me, niggas can't ball a light, bitch I think I'm dolomite Bitch I'm goin' poltergeist, said this was overnight, me and Vince we crackin' like, crippin' in the afterlife Yeah, cuz at Ramona Park we beef with everybody, light or dark, I spark, don't *** with narcs, so don't be talkin' bout me My big homie named me, get him, kill him, cuz if I got him, I'ma kill him, I ain't playin' with him I'm from the bottom, that's the top of the town, we on the boulders, so they click enough for knockin' us down My burnin' tough, I learned from champs, so I ain't turnin' this down, get the bus and know you bluffin', nigga If that bitch can't make me rich, then ain't no need in ***in' with her, turn around and *** her sister Heard that bitch got EBT, long beats, ancient *** 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 Boi, so Lil Boi don't play with me I'm Ron Sykes, the 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 Belay the beef, clip reach from Big Side to Norfolk Beach In a stolen expedition, in your hood cuz you the mission, been a mathematician Low nine subtractin' eight, I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face But I ain't trippin', blunt was laced, niggas know I round the way, so ain't no liquor stores today Ride out, dip in smoke, re-up, dip your G's up Hold still, don't freeze up, eyes still closed Ride out, dip in smoke, re-up, dip your G's up Hold still, don't freeze up, eyes still closed Young nigga in a proper light, cup a hundred thousand on me I'm ballin' like, bitch, I think I'm Dolomite Bitch, I'm goin' poltergeist, you said this was overnight Me and Vince, we crackin' like, crippin' in our afterlife Ride out, dip in smoke, re-up, dip your G's up Eyes still closed Thanks for watching!