City Boys ft. ZaY3 Lyrics

Yeah

City boys up

So ya boy stay curvin

No hoodie but Im still out swervin

Ain't buy me shit

But still want a birkin

Fuck that

Gotta kick her to the curb then

Want diamonds

But ain't got a purpose

If I wanted a freak

Would've went to the circus

It turn to a versus

When I ain't make purchase

Just like my mids

These bitches be worthless

Hot boy summer

Ain't got no AC

Never let a fuck hoe

Come round' and play me

I'm finna get it

I trap out Mercedes

Hold up, wait

Trap like the eighties

Finna go get it

These bitches foogazi

They fake

Really just takin yo cake

Feelin fake love

I feel like I'm drake

Hold up wait, what Kanye say?

Ouu

Take yo money, take yo money

Man she heartless

Can't push to start this

Sorry baby

Don't want problems

Need to run away

Everyday

I got money to save

I been tryna get away

No not no getaway witchu

No baecation

Nah nah

Trust that

I ain't stayin

I ain't waitin

For yo dumbass

To go head

And find some patience

Like

Why you asking me where I'm at?

What's my fuckin location?

We ain't datin

You just another fan to me

Get the fuck off me

Damn

Get that shit

Right out yo head

Always tryna take my bread

ZaYthree been talkin his shit

Hold up

This what he said

City boys up

So ya boy stay curvin

No hoodie but Im still out swervin

Ain't buy me shit

But still want a birkin

Fuck that

Gotta kick her to the curb then

Want diamonds

But ain't got a purpose

If I wanted a freak

Would've went to the circus

It turn to a versus

When I ain't make purchase

Just like my mids

These bitches be worthless

City boys up

So ya boy stay curvin

No hoodie but Im still out swervin

Ain't buy me shit

But still want a birkin

Fuck that

Gotta kick her to the curb then

Want diamonds

But ain't got a purpose

If I wanted a freak

Would've went to the circus

It turn to a versus

When I ain't make purchase

Just like my mids

These bitches be worthless