(Dope Boy, or a rapper, she wanna dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy or a rapper)
CHORUS:
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want I ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she wanna dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want i ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she need a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
(Verse 1 : Casper)
What typa nigga she want? I ain't even gotta ask her. Trust me, she want a dope boy or a rapper, only interested in trappers and gun clappers. She wanna hop on a flight with me to Atlanta
Bitch stop buggin i'll be back in Toronto
Im in the studio, rolling up blunts jumbo
Im in the streets doing raffles, hear the drumroll
Im the king of the castle, Im on a throne
Shorty wanna give me neck cuz' my name buzzin
Even though i had a thang with her main cousin
Even though I had a thang with her best friend, She don't give a fuck cuz' she know i keep them thangs bussin'
All my niggas stay with me, no entourage
Im just saying run up on me SDot gon' pop it off
Rock paper scissors, i got all 3 what you want?
Henny in my liver cuz' im spending on alcohol
Said im all about me but i ride for my niggas
Main bitch , i ain't got time for them bitches
They the type to let you hit and then brag to their friends that cas just hit it
BITCH NO YOU DIDNT!
Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business
Cuz' the opps gon be mad that im fucking all their bitches
The cops stay mad cuz' I ain't ever snitching
Nigga fuck your badge cuz' anyone can get it!
CHORUS:
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want I ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she wanna dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want i ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she need a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
(Verse 2: Fresh)
She wanna dope boy
She wanna rapper
Ima dope boy
And a rapper
Shots up mafia, we some gun clappers
Bout Money Gang, my niggas all trappers
Say she have a man but her man is an actor
I fuck with the real so i linked up with Casper
She don't want a church boy, She dont want a pastor
Theres levels to this shit lil nigga im a master
This life that I live man it ain't no joke
My niggas in the bin don't fight they poke
The devils in my soul and he ain't tryna let go
Love beating off a shot love seeing the gun smoke
Woah, Woah
Love seeing the gun smoke, Love it when she shake her ss when she go down the pole
Woah, Woah
Need to slow your roll
Gimmie couple hours and i'll be just home
Stop calling my phone need to leave me alone
I know that you mad cuz' im never home in time
You gotta understand im on the road I gotta grind
She want a nigga that ain't wasting time
She want a nigga know how to rhyme
Thats how it goes in my city it's fucked
Your man is a bitch, tell that nigga he a punk
IM A REAL NIGGA SO I SAY REAL STUFF (Ah)
CHORUS:
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want I ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she wanna dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
In my city , these bitches backwards
They want a dope boy or a rapper, she want a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
What type of nigga she want i ain't gotta ask her
She want a dope boy or a rapper, she need a dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy and a rapper
She want a dope boy or she want a rapper
I ain't even want the bitch you can have her
And my clothes all red like Santa
Say im young Beans but its really young Casper
4,5,6 when im rolling my dice
The thing about life is you can't live it twice
So if you gon' have you a hoe for your wife
I'm tellin you nigga you ain't living right
And every nigga in my city a rapper, every nigga in my city a trapper
Every nigga gotta bitch in a telly and ain't nobody going broke in my city
Twitters a lie don't believe in the hype
They on IG (Instagram) with their best friends ice
Its almost Like they're tryna live their best friends life
But they dont wanna grind they dont wanna pay the price
It costs for this life style, and she want me cuz' lacoste and im iced out
If i draw clap off then its lights out
And i be smelling like a backwoods right now
Its cuz im smoking on a backwoods right now
Ima hit it from the back shorty right now
She used to diss before this rap shit popped off
Now she wanna fuck cuz' she see a nigga iced out
(Iced outt)
