Dickriders Lyrics - Gucci Mane

The word around town is this nigga six months 

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' 

Proper-talking, bitch 

A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much 

The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) 

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' 

Fake proper-talking, bitch be like: Please pass the Backwood (What?) 

Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back 

What they say 'bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back 

Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback 

But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick) 

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Jordan number five, Gucci man, I'm still alive (whoa) 

Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo) 

Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck 'em) 

Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip) 

Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty) 

I'm comin' ov', on the stove, look like I'm whippin' rocks (skrrt) 

Fuck her lookin' in her eye, then I tell a lie 

I'm leaving now, don't tell her why, I just tell her: Bye (bye) 

Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side) 

Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah) 

She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (is Gucci) 

It's a lot of niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling lies (lie liars) 

A nigga got a pregnant (hu), he was dickriding so much 

The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) 

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' 

Fake proper-talking, bitch be like: Please pass the Backwood 

(What?) 

Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back 

What they say 'bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back 

Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback 

But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)