Riding Out

[Intro]
It's Don't Get Close
You already know
Halal gang hittas, uh
Bam, Bam, Bam!

[Verse 1]
I grind hard till my ankle is swollen
I got the bling pow whipping up the 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 (Why you mad?)
Call him out, put his whole career into detox (Where you at?)
Sawed off 3 shots jumps like the tip off
Got some young dawgs who will slice off your dreadlocks (Haa!)
He chilling with the Mac on his lap like a laptop (Ladder up)
Ladder in the Glock like he tryna climb a roof top (Ladder)
I was on the cold blocks, you was on the seesaw (Haa!)
Nozzle on the burner, hole bigger than a meatball
Bullets like crater, you don't wanna hear it launch off
I'm shooting all neighbours, all the neighbourhood dogs
Anything walking on your block is getting halal’d

[Chorus]
It's Ron Dawg, I know that you heard of him (It's Ron Dawg)
So be calm, run up on him with the burner ting (Run up!)
I'm in a bitch, and a whip that's suburban (Haa!)
You don't want my 'malis strapped up in a turban (Nah)
I'm riding out (I'm riding out), we're riding out (We're riding out)
They're hiding out, 'til I run up where they're lurking (Bap!)
Put bodies into hearses (bap), driving 'em to churches (Bap)
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses (Where they at?)

[Verse 2]
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
He's 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 versus Jason
First altercation, I'll shake, then I’ll bake him
Birds no pigeons, watching for the pagans
A lotta niggas dissing, same niggas who be rating it

[Chorus]
It's Ron Dawg, I know that you heard of him (It's Ron Dawg)
So be calm, run up on him with the burner ting (Run up!)
I'm in a bitch, and a whip that's suburban (Haa!)
You don't want my 'malis strapped up in a turban (Nah)
I'm riding out (I'm riding out), we're riding out (We're riding out)
They're hiding out, 'til we run up where they're lurking (Where they at?)
Put bodies into hearses, driving 'em to churches (Bap)
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses (Bap, bap)

[Verse 3]
Whip it 'til its pudding, shock it with the ice cold (Shock it)
Hang it out to dry, knock it off, then you reload (Knock it off)
Don't forgot the street code, even the police know (They know)
Niggas who be snitching, end up missing in their own home (Gone)
With their own weapon like they blew away their own dome (Bam, bam)
I'm hard on the features, better with the solos (Better)
I was in the old folks, I was trapping dolo (Trapping)
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 (Bitch)
I shoot him up, they dress him up, and put him in a tunnel (Underground)
He throwing up his blood, now he's lying in a puddle (In a puddle)
Bloods get it, thugs get it, Crips get it too (Gang)
I ain't riding for a colour, dawg, I'm riding for my crew (For my crew)
But if I had a choice I would've been a suwoo
Hollow point, new joints blowing up like a nuke (Nuke!)

[Chorus]
It's Ron Dawg, I know that you heard of him (It's Ron Dawg)
So be calm, run up on him with the burner ting (Run up!)
I'm in a bitch, and a whip that's suburban (Haa!)
You don't want my 'malis strapped up in a turban (Nah)
I'm riding out (I'm riding out), we're riding out (We're riding out)
They're hiding out, 'til we run up where they're lurking (Run up!)
Put bodies into hearses (bam), driving 'em to churches (Bam)
These niggas getting gerded like old lady purses (Bam, bam)

[Outro]
It's Ron Dawg
Run up! Haa! Nah!
We're riding out
Bap, bap, bap