Ghana

Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?
 Straight from West Africa in Ghana
 We love you, NoCap, you are the hood doctor
 Free ghetto
 I told her I ain't come to make no promise
 I got a gunner out in Ghana
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 Ay, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
 Ay, problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know
 Ay, I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
 Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ay
 Fuck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
 Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
 I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
 Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
 All them niggas know is trap and take baths
 All my bitches know is trap and do hair
 Take the roof off, chop the coupe hair
 He thought the smoke was old, now the news there
 I'm popping seals, not bottles
 Just like a drive-thru, nigga, yeah
 I got my broads in order
 Clippers the only thing that bald his head
 He won't talk to God about it
 This ain't mine, this a rental, lil' baby
 Don't ask what my cars be costing
 Snakes on me, this is Gucci, lil' nigga
 I'm dripping that poison off me
 When I'm low, I can call up shawty
 Like a dawg in a vehicle
 Get mad when I spill my lean on carpet, ay
 Ran up my bands and still gon' march it
 It don't matter the month, ay
 I'm a drum boxer, I pour lean in my Hawaiian and punch
 Ay, I want your hoe, then I won't take her, I'ma borrow her
 I went gold in my state just like the Warriors
 Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible
 My nigga not a tranny, what the fuck he got a body for?
 And he got that tummy tucked
 I went to hell and came back, nigga, still ain't done enough
 Only problem I got is sittin' back on being real
 What I spent on codeine, I could've bought a Richard Mille
 I'm with my nigga out of Africa, a killer accent, I run with savages
 Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible
 My nigga not a tranny, what the fuck he got a body for?
 And he got that tummy tucked
 Ay, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
 Ay, problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know
 Ay, I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
 Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ay
 Fuck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
 Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
 I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
 Ice on a nigga like a meth lab
 All them niggas know is trap and take baths
 All my bitches know is trap and do hair
 Take the roof off, chop the coupe hair
 He thought the smoke was old, now the news there
 Clippers the only thing that bald his head
 He won't talk to God about it
 This ain't mine, this a rental, lil' baby
 Don't ask what my cars be costing
 Straight from West Africa in Ghana
 No Cap, you're the hood doctor, we love you to death