Ghana Girl

[Chorus: Buggy]
Run off on who?
We was on the hunt for weeks
My African girl from Ghana
When she's mad, she speaks in Twi (Mhm)
Like, wo mamme twe (Hm)
Like, baby, why is you vex? (Mhm)
You knew I was a scammer
Insert card, cash, checks (Uh-huh)
They froze my wire (Hm)
Now I feel so odd (Hm)
I sent my pastor money
African boy believe in God
She want to do TikToks
She said I'm way too funny
I don't need TikToks
Baby, I need some

[Verse 1: Buggy]
Baby, I need some money
Egusi, soup, and fufu
Got my nose all drippy and runny
Bring me accounts
You know I'm lock right in
If the check don’t bounce
You know I'ma lock it again (Uh-huh)
Come on, bring your friends, man
Niggas be popped and broke
Like, where's the scammers?
Giffys on giffys on giffys (Uh-huh)
She thinks I'm Santa

[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
I been poppin', they know who I am
Give lil' brodie a slip, he the man
Said the Sweepers been buggin' all over the 'Gram
TD, OA, Chevy, dance
Tell lil' thottie, "Put it in my hand"
Bro, why this bitch tryna take off her—
None of these dudes ever gave me a deal
Startin' to think that my music ain’t workin'
Bad lil' opp thot, leavin' me shirtless
She in the spot with her friends that be twerkin'
If the drip look good in a store, I might purchase
Swiped on a Visa, bought her a Birkin
But the card ain't crisp, baby, I ain't that person
Keep tryna spin, but the boys make it hard
Leavin' no clue make us look a lil' smart
I'll take top three off your roster
5ive, he be buggin', that boy, he a starter
How you mad that I’m leavin' your life? But
Bitch, you ain't mad at your father
Lil' nigga, I came from the jungle
Hangin' with animals, movin' like Tarzan

[Chorus: Buggy]
Run off on who?
We was on the hunt for weeks
My African girl from Ghana
When she's mad, she speaks in Twi (Mhm)
Like, wo mamme twe (Hm)
Like, baby, why is you vex? (Mhm)
You knew I was a scammer
Insert card, cash, checks (Uh-huh)
They froze my wire (Hm)
Now I feel so odd (Hm)
I sent my pastor money
African boy believe in God
She want to do TikToks
She said I'm way too funny
I don't need TikToks
Baby, I need some

[Verse 3: Ice Baby]
African boy, I'm about that bread (Mhm)
Bring the account, let me get you fed (Hm)
Walk in the bank with fake IDs (Hm)
Prada on my face, so you know it's me (Uh-huh)
Uzi and the Glock, beat that pussy like a opp (Mhm)
Tell your boyfriend, "Better stop," 'fore I get that bozo shot, it's me
Step in the strippy, yeah, they know it's me
She like, "Baba, come throw it on me" (Hm)
Your man get what? Your man get money?
Don’t talk about scammin', that's lower than me

[Verse 4: Jay5ive]
Free-free 'Dot, word to bro
Where was they at when we was tryna throw?
Couple of bands, they check me down for shows (Like, damn, like, damn)
'Cause I still will flock a nigga through this coat
Cashed out on the TD, you won't know
'Cause I flashed a couple bands and still move broke
Oh, he got a OA? We flock him if it froze
Stand over his body, ask him where the— (Damn)
Like, I need the login to get in that shit
City big D'd up, now I'm stressing and shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
When you speak about 5ive like you better than him (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Spendin' like twenty packs, we not done in this shit (Like, get out the way)
Put the beam on my friend, got no friends in this shit
Hit a P for the block, couple weapons and shit
He don't like what he get, he ain't gettin' his shit (Like, word to bro)
I was scamming on blocks, I was bendin' and shit (Grrah, grrah, boom)