That the nigga six months
She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin'
Proper-talking bitch
A nigga got a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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)
Dominos, on my nose, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, f*ck the GBI (f*ck 'em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (su)
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*ck 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, merked 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 niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling lies (liar)
A nigga got a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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)
Gucci Mane - Dickriders Lyrics
Gucci Mane - Dickriders Lyrics
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That the nigga six months
She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin'
Proper-talking bitch
A nigga got a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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)
Dominos, on my nose, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, f*ck the GBI (f*ck 'em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (su)
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*ck 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, merked 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 niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling lies (liar)
A nigga got a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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 a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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)
Dominos, on my nose, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, f*ck the GBI (f*ck 'em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (su)
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*ck 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, merked 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 niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling lies (liar)
A nigga got a 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 he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, 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: Joshua Howard Luellen, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.