Gucci Mane - Dickriders lyrics

[Intro] The word around town is this n***a six months (huh?) She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’ Proper-talking, b**h [Hook] A n***a got pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this n***a six months (huh?) She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’ Fake proper-talking, b**h be like “Please pa** the Backwood” (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-sh**, 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) [Verse] Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa) Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo) Middle finger with the five, f** the GBI (f** ’em) Mississippi, country n***a, 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) f** 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 (s’Gucci) It’s a lot of n***as snitchin’, lot of n***as telling lies (liar) [Hook] A n***a got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this n***a six months (huh?) She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’ Fake proper-talking, b**h be like “Please pa** the Backwood” (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-sh**, 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)