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 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