Ronnie Spencer D-Gotti - Ridin' Fly Lyrics

[Hook]

Ronnie and Gotti, at the party

And we're looking for some mami's

And we in a, big body

On some twenty inches, gliding

Noke and Salih, at the bar

Tyte Eyez, talking to a stallion

Reck and Dollar, just walked in

And Big Moe is on a gallon, we thoed



[D-Gotti]

I turn her head to the back, on Dubs

Strut in the club, on-on and out of drugs

I'm a thug uh-huh, my words spoke clear

Ice poked in my ear, people looking over here

We ain't sipping on beer, my Sprite's spiked with punch

And might light a blunt, if the bouncers don't front

Homegirl, I'm giving the Shop game at the bar

And I know she know, I'm a star

Mami on, you ready to split

Take your partna's ride, me on Ronnie be in the whip

Believe it it's real, with some wheels to buy

The dugout now, know what I'm talking bout



[Hook]



We thoed, we thoed

Thoed in the game



[Ronnie Spencer]

Everybody riding fly

First class, in the Dirty South

We wrecking Shop tonight

You know, our hits are tight

Big Ron, gonna make it wet

V-12, moving like a jet

Soon as my flight touch down

You know I'm gonna clown



[D-Gotti]

Crawl back on cutters, fin to flash jabos

To a girl do put your feet, on your mama's sofa

Mami hold up, hit the back with your friend

You're in the front seat in Lorenz, up in the wind

Chickens up in the Benz, I got visions to win

Soon as we get to the pad, the rules about to bend

Excuse me, could you please exit I'm through

Ronnie just two-way'd me baby, and he through too



[Ronnie Spencer]

Y'all cocked piece deuce, gator boots

Two scoops of crushed ice, line and locket

Trunk on glow, Southside fa sho

Rubber band wrapped notch, stuffed in my pocket

Jaws locked tight, it's Friday night

Ron-O, I'm bout to get expensive

Noke D Tahoe, candy syrup

So wet, it's Jason with the biscuits

Wrecking Vet, with china set

She fix it, right behind the label

Exotic, expensive clothes

With diamond karats, in her navel

We thoed, we thoed thoed in the game

Everybody riding fly, first class in the Dirty South

We wrecking Shop tonight, you know our hits are tight

Big Ron gonna make it wet, V-12 moving like a jet

Soon as my flight touch down, you know I'm gonna clown



[Hook]



We thoed, we thoed

Thoed in the game



(*singing*)

Big Moe is drinking a gallon

We thoed, thoed in the game

Thoed in the game