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 n***a 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' n***a

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 n***a 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, 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 n***a out of Africa, a killer accent, I run with savages

Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible

My n***a not a tranny, what the f*ck 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 n***a 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