Ghana - NoCap

Kimj ballin' on these hoes, huh?

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

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

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 half

Take the roof off, chop the coupe half

He thought the smoke was old, now the news there

I’m popping seals, not bottles

Just like I tried to, nigga, yeah

I got my brothers and all them

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, ayy

Ran up my bands and still gon' march it, it don’t matter the month, ayy

I’m a drum boxer, I pour lean in my Hawaiin 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 bitches want me, always thought that was impossible

My nigga not a trainee, what the fuck he got a body for?

And he got that Tommy 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 trainee, what the fuck he got a body for?

And he got that Tommy tucked

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

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 half

Take the roof off, chop the coupe half

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

No Cap, you’re the hood doctor, we love you to death