In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** she want

I ain't gotta ask her

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** 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 got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** 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 the flight with me to Atlanta

Bitch, stop buggin' I be back in Toronto

I'm in the studio rollin' up blunts

Drum boy, I'm in the streets doin' raffles

Hit a drum roll

I'm the king of the castle

I'm on the throne

Shorty wanna give me neck 'cause my name buzzin'

Even though I had a thing with her main cousin

Even though I had a thing with her best friend

She don't give a fuck 'cause she know I keep them things bustin'

All my **** stay with me, no entourage

I'm just sayin', run up on me, that's how it's gon' pop it off

Rock, paper, scissors, I got all three

What you want?

Henny in my liver 'cause I'm spendin' on alcohol

Said, I'm all about me but I rap for my ****

Main bitch, I ain't got time for them bitches

Ain't the type to let you hit and then brag to they friends

That cash just hit it

Bitch, no you didn't

Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business

'Cause the ops gon' be mad that I'm fuckin' all they bitches

The cops stayin' mad 'cause I ain't never snitchin'

****, fuck your batch 'cause anyone can get it

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** she want

I ain't gotta ask her

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** 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 got a dope boy and a rapper

She want a dope boy

She want a rapper

I'm a dope boy and a rapper

Shots up mafia

We soon gon' clap her

Ball money game

My **** all trap her

Scream she have a man but her man is a actor

Forward your real so I linked up with casper

She don't want a church boy

She don't want a pastor

Levels to the ship

Lil' ****, I'm a master

This life that I life, man it ain't no joke

My **** in the bin don't fight, they poke

The devils in my sword need tryna let go

I love beatin' off a shot

I love seein' the gun smoke

Whoa, whoa loves in the gun smoke

Love it when she shake her ass when she go down the pole

Whoa, whoa, need to slow your roll

Give me couple hours and I'll beat you so

Stop callin' my phone, need to leave me alone

I know that you mad 'cause I never hold my tang

You gotta understand that ???

She want a **** that ain't wastin' time

She want a **** that know how to rhyme

That's how we're go and my city is fucked

Your man is a bitch, tell that ****, he a punk

I'm a real **** so I say real stuff

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** she want

I ain't gotta ask her

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** 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 got a dope boy and a rapper

She want a dope boy and she want a rapper

I ain't even want the bitch, you can have her

And my clothes all red like Santa's

Say I'm young beans but it's really young Casper

Four five six when I'm rollin' my dice

The thing about life is you can't live it twice

So if you gon' have you a hole for your wife

I'm tellin' you ****, you ain't livin' right

And every **** in my city a rapper

Every **** in my city a trapper

Every **** got a bitch and a telly

And ain't nobody goin' broke in my city

Twitter's a lie, don't believe in the hype

They on IG with they best friend ice

It's almost like they tryna live they best friend's life

But they don't wanna grind, they don't wanna pay the price

The cost for this lifestyle

And she want me 'cause the cost that I might style

If a draw a clap off then it's lights out

And I be smellin' like a backwood right now

It's 'cause I'm smokin' on the backwoods right now

I'ma hit it from the back, shorty right now

She used to diss for this rap shit popped out

Now she wanna fuck 'cause she see a **** iced out

Iced out

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** she want

I ain't gotta ask her

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

In my city, these bitches backwoods

They want a dope boy or a rapper

She want a dope boy or a rapper

She got a dope boy and a rapper

What type of **** 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 got a dope boy and a rapper