Riding Out

It’s don’t get close
You already know
Halal gang hittas
I grind hard till my ankle is swollen
I got the bling pow whipping up a potion
Magic trick watch me turn crack into golden
Make it vanish then bounce back like DeRozan
Who they lying to saying that I fell off
I’m the hardest out they just mad cause I show off
Call him out put his whole career into detox
Sawed off three shots jumps like the tip off
Got some young dawgs who will slice off your dreadlocks
He chilling with the Mac on his lap like a laptop
Ladder in the Glock like he tryna climb a roof top
I was on the cold blocks you was on the seesaw
Nozzle on the burner hole bigger than a meatball
Bullets like craters you dont want to hear it launch off
I’m shooting all neighbours, all the neighbourhood dogs
Anything walking on your block is getting halal’d
Its Ron Dawg I know that you heard of him
So be calm run up on em with the burner ting
Im in a bitch and a whip thats suburban
You don’t want my malis strapped up in a turban
Im riding out, we riding out
They hiding out till we run up where they’re lurking
Put bodies into hearses
Driving em to churches
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses
Fuck a comment I’ll run up in person
Bullets like comets on fire when they burning
He gon need an angel surgeons can’t save him
Gripping on the hammer every time a car drive in
I ain’t gonna slip again plus I’m impatient
Member of the other side now he’s just a patient
So when you see the hollows fly, hearts start to racing
I don’t need to testify 'cause I don’t write statements
Trapping with a double-o and he’s no agent
Hes Asian and Colombian a lot of niggas praise him
Once I seen the four fifth forgot about the deuce fifth
I love getting close I ain’t really with the chasing
I ain’t going rounds like Freddy vs. Jason
First altercation ill shake then I’ll bake em
Birds no pigeons watching for them paigons
A lot of niggas dissing same niggas who be rating it
Its Ron Dawg I know that you heard of him
So be calm run up on em with the burner ting
Im in a bitch and a whip thats suburban
You don’t want my malis strapped up in a turban
Im riding out, we riding out
They’re hiding out till we run up where they’re lurking
Put bodies into hearses
Driving em to churches
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses
Whip it till its pudding shock it with the ice cold
Hanging out to dry, knock it off, then you reload
Don’t forgot the street code even the police know
Nigga’s who be snitching end up missing in their own home
With their own weapon like they blew away their own dome
I’m hard on the features, better with the solos
I was in the old folks I was trapping dolo
Gave my boy Coco Puffs watch him go loco
See I played a tough role I don’t need no muscle
Barrel and a nozzle with a hole like a tunnel
I shoot em up they dress em up and put em in a tunnel
He throwing up his blood now he lying in a puddle
Bloods get it, thugs get it, Crips get it too
I ain’t riding for a colour dawg i’m riding for my crew
But if i had a choice i would’ve been a suwoo
Hollow tips new joints blowing up like a nuke
Its Ron Dawg I know that you heard of him
So be calm run up on em with the burner ting
Im in a bitch and a whip thats suburban
You don’t want my malis strapped up in a turban
Im riding out, we riding out
They hiding out till we run up where they’re lurking
Put bodies into hearses
Driving em to churches
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses
It’s Ron dawg
Run up
Ah
Ah
We riding out
Bam (x3)