Fresh - Dope boy lyrics

(Dope Boy, or a rapper, she wanna dope boy or a rapper, she gotta dope boy or a rapper) CHORUS: In my city , these b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**hes 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 b**h 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 f** cuz' she know i keep them thangs bussin' All my n***as 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 n***as Main b**h , i ain't got time for them b**hes They the type to let you hit and then brag to their friends that cas just hit it b*tch NO YOU DIDNT! Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business Cuz' the opps gon be mad that im f**ing all their b**hes The cops stay mad cuz' I ain't ever snitching n***a f** your badge cuz' anyone can get it! CHORUS: In my city , these b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**hes 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 n***a 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 n***as all trappers Say she have a man but her man is an actor I f** 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 sh** lil n***a im a master This life that I live man it ain't no joke My n***as 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 n***a that ain't wasting time She want a n***a know how to rhyme Thats how it goes in my city it's f**ed Your man is a b**h, tell that n***a he a punk IM A REAL ni**a SO I SAY REAL STUFF (Ah) CHORUS: In my city , these b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**h 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 n***a you ain't living right And every n***a in my city a rapper, every n***a in my city a trapper Every n***a gotta b**h 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 sh** popped off Now she wanna f** cuz' she see a n***a iced out (Iced outt)