[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

G-Code, my nigga

Fuck that, beast mode, nigga

Reload, my nigga, 20 what the heat hold, nigga

Don't front for me, I already know that he told, nigga

I get money and stay home, they like [?] nigga

All that fronting, 6 months, repo, nigga

[?] nigga

Television, you been looking through the peephole, nigga

Cool out though, I'm rapping like this was the outro

[?] in the trunk, I'll let anybody play

Easy shots, I don't expect you to dump

Don Don, nigga, lyrics is so bicoastal

If I don't know you, I don't fuck with you, I'm antisocial

I used to wrap it up and send it, I'm so so postal

All I need is an address, somewhere you close to

Imagine me giving a fuck

Like you pay my bills, [?] half of my truck

Suck a dick

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I'm good, my nigga

I'm straight, my dude

Yeah, I heard your plans, I ain't tryna be rude

But I'm good, my nigga

I gotta confess

I don't really fuck with you likе that

But I wish you the best

Bitch

[Verse 2: Tony Moxberg]

I don't know what it is, just something dopе about me

[?] the same ones that spoke about me

I ain't saying they be broke without me, but um

Matter fact, they'd be broke without me

Now a days, I'm either [?] or hanging with a barbi

Used to be [?] making it rain [?]

[?] shit, I hardly partied

If your girl got that, know that I ain't sorry

I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not in the mood

Got a [?] the car, got a hundred in jewls

I can jump on the plain, just to hop in the pool

It's all math, but some shit, they don't teach you in school

This the hustler's table, I can sell you a chair

They was sending me hate, shit, I was sending them prayers

They want my face on a shirt, and my name in they [?]

Giving shots out, like we bartend [?]

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I'm good, my nigga

I'm straight, my dude

Yeah, I heard your plans, I ain't tryna be rude

But I'm good, my nigga

I gotta confess

I don't really fuck with you like that

But I wish you the best

Bitch

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]

I'm good, my nigga

I mean, fuck what you talk

Your songs is hot, but real niggas come from New York

I'm good, my nigga

We don't rat over here

And he ain't representing shit, but the colorful hair

I'm good, my nigga

I don't wanna chill

I wanna ask you how you feel

I don't get nothing to eat, I'm good

If I can forget I ever met your bitch ass, I would

I'm good, my nigga

I don't want [?] less you talk about growing

I'm already at the age, and I like the way it's going

I heard you talking shit [?]

And you can keep that bitch

If you fucked her that fast, she was never my bitch

I'm good, my nigga

It's not a game no more

The older you get, you don't look at shit the same no more

I'm tryna chill, I don't wanna feel no pain no more

I watch my back when I walk in the door

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I'm good, my nigga

I'm straight, my dude

Yeah, I heard your plans, I ain't tryna be rude

But I'm good, my nigga

I gotta confess

I don't really fuck with you like that

But I wish you the best

Bitch