Dickriders Songtext
von Gucci Mane
Dickriders Songtext
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)
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)
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)
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)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Joshua Howard Luellen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com