Ridin` Fly Lyrics

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