Top Songs By Ro Ransom
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ro Ransom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Gale
Composer
Ari Starace
Composer
Micah Gordon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Micah Gordon
Producer
Jordan Barone
Mixing Engineer
Peter Letros
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Smoke out the rose 'til it sting
Pop one, make me do all type of things
Wraith make me feel like me
Chain so chilly make a singer wanna creep
Why these bitches plottin' on my green?
(Why these bitches plottin' on my green?)
Messy hoes stay fuckin' up the scene (Yeah)
In or out, ain't no in-between
Grind so hard, can't remember how to sleep but
New shine, bet it make you wanna shade me
Broke boy talkin' down, it don't phase me
Head game, bet it make her go crazy
Smash once, I wake up and go Swayze
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
(Preach)
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
(No, no, no, no)
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
(I'ma come back in a Wraith)
(Oh, my God, yeah)
Big boy floss (Yeah)
My bitch lookin' like the movie awards
Louis the Vuitton
I invented sauce and I put that on God
New shine, bet it make you wanna shade me (Yeah)
Broke boy talkin' down, it don't phase me (Yeah)
Head game, bet it make her go crazy
Bet she runnin' out of breath tryna chase me
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
(Preach)
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
(Yeah)
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
(All my dawgs want the kid home safe)
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
I just got a new Panamera, little bitch
Ex keep playin', I might park it at her crib
L.A. Nobu, three hunnid for the fish
Vodka with the juice, I just might get motion sick
I don't need you ****, I, I
Neck and wrist is Fiji, ****, high, high
(High)
Model bitch, 6 feet ****, high, high
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no, no)
When she on her knees, I, I, I
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
(Yeah, yeah)
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
Written by: Ari Starace, Micah Gordon, Noah Gale