G:Code - LeVeon Bell, Lil Durk

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

A lot of them niggas go kill if I tell 'em

And niggas gonna try to snake me out if I let 'em

My dawg came home for a murder, it was fishy

Only time you really make it out is by a stretcher

My close cousin if I was dead, it’d be better

Man, I regret I had nothing in the stretcher

Can’t pop a dot too strong, need a Tesla

Jeans by Amiri, two thousand for the sweater

My homie got my homie bitch pregnant, it was hectic

I’m from Chicago, I sleep with my weapon

I know a old head who snitch he infected

My and they did it (Come on)

I done got high, got nervous

I done went broke twice, kept splurging

Made her play with her pussy in person

'Cause that FaceTime really wasn’t working

Two cars from the jail, I’m a merchant

Gotta talk to my dawg, it’s urgent

Gotta talk to my child, it’s urgent

Know a bitch set you up for some purses

Them niggas keep dying in the streets

My tape went diamond in the streets

I ain’t gon' talk about no murders

I ain’t gon' talk about no robberies

I ain’t gon' trick up on no scammers

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m…

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m…

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

No, I can’t tell them, I’m sorry

No, I can’t tell on him, I’m sorry

I don’t know about no bodies, I’m sorry

I don’t know about no, I’m sorry, yeah

Sorry, not sorry

If you play games, you get played like Atari

You on the bench, please don’t talk 'til you startin'

This life shit a movie, I’m the one that be starring

I’m in the gym like I play in the garden

They know I’m balling just like I am Harden

These bitches know my pockets the largest

They see the foreigns a nigga be parking

I got these diamonds, they shining on me

That’s why these bitches be flying to me

These bitches geeking, ain’t for no reason

I got a different bitch come every weekend

I got these niggas, they hating on me

I got these bitches, they waiting on me

They say the internet is undefeated, but not one time have I felt defeated, yeah

Bitches, I got them addicted, I gotta watch my back knowing they wicked, yeah

Fucking with me, it get sticky, I blow a ticket 'cause I got no limit, yeah

She ride with me 'cause I’m winning, they hate that I’m spitting,

I take that offensive, yeah

I get to stop and say «Fuck all my critics»

I done it, they hate that I did it, yeah

I ain’t gon' talk about no murders

I ain’t gon' talk about no robberies

I ain’t gon' trick up on no scammers

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m…

I can’t tell on them, I’m sorry

I can’t tell on them, I’m…

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

Stick to the G code

No, I can’t tell them, I’m sorry

No, I can’t tell on him, I’m sorry

I don’t know about no bodies, I’m sorry

I don’t know about no, I’m sorry, yeah