Ghana lyrics

[Intro]
(Kimj 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

[Chorus]
Ayy, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
Problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know, ayy
I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ayy
f*ck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
f*ck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
Ice on a n*gga like a meth lab
All them n*ggas know is trap and take baths
All my b*tches know is trap and do hair
Take the roof off, chop the coupe hair
He thought the smoke was old, now the news there

[Verse]
I'm popping seals, not bottles
Just like a drive-thru, n*gga, 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' n*gga, 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, ayy
Ran up my bands and still gon' march it, it don't matter the month, ayy
I'm a drunk boxer, I pour lean in my Hawaiian and punch
Ayy, I want your ho, then I won't take her, I'ma borrow her
I went gold in my state just like the Warriors
Twenty b*tches want me, always thought that was impossible
My n*gga not a tranny, what the f*ck he got a body for?
And he got that tummy tucked
I went to hell and came back, n*gga, 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 n*gga out of Africa, a killer accent, I run with savages
Twenty b*tches want me, always thought that was impossible
My n*gga not a tranny, what the f*ck he got a body for?
And he got that Tommy tucked
[Chorus]
Ayy, anything for my gang, I'm neighborhood hero
Problems that money gon' bring, that's all that we know, ayy
I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat
Police know I'm reckless, they might try me with the RICO, ayy
f*ck the bank, I'ma go and stash that
f*ck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back
I had a talk with God in the Hellcat
Ice on a n*gga like a meth lab
All them n*ggas know is trap and take baths
All my b*tches know is trap and do half
Take the roof off, chop the coupe half
He thought the smoke was old, now the news there

[Outro]
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