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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
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