GOOD BOYS - Adam Imanullah: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

GOOD BOYS

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Hip-Hop

GOOD BOYS was released on September 4, 2025 by Adam Imanullah as a part of the album GOOD BOYS - Single

Song Details

AlbumGOOD BOYS - Single

Release DateSeptember 4, 2025

LabelAdam Imanullah

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Adam Imanullah

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Adam Imanullah

Composer, Lyrics, Arranger, Adapter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Adam Imanullah

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer, Co-Producer

Lyrics

Yeah

My friends and I we just a couple of good boys

Keeping it chill, never pressed, ain't fuck with hood noise

We talk shit, we geek out over new toys

Thinking we could splurge but our pockets has a few coins

Laughing in the car, tryna light up a cig

Talking bout the girls we like and the life we wanna live

I'm leaning on the window, city lights in my eye

A couple plans for tomorrow but tonight we just ride

Got some tunes in the speakers, got some snacks in the back

The whole squad in a car, got that shit compact

Driving on and on ain't got no trust in a map

The way my homie takes the wheel, amazing how it's intact

But the streets got shadows, and the nights get cold

Sometimes shit happens so some stories get told

And every night's got a twist you just don't plan

And we just gotta take a stand, when shit hits the fan

See, we was out that night, tryna get some loklok

I sat down on the curb tryna light my rokok

My homie cracking jokes, he tryna act all woke

Got my other homies acting like we bitches wasn't broke

Steam from the pot, salty and sweet

Got some chili on my stick, feeling warm on the street

My homie's homie drift off tryna cross that lane

But he took too long, them cars were just swerving insane

Then he stopped in the middle had a stare down with a whip

The car braking hard, tires screaming a bit

I yelled "yo dude chill, don't start no shit"

But the air got heavy like we stepped in a pit

Driver lookin at us like we tryna start shit

He rolled the windows down asking us "who wants it"

I saw the car reverse, it starts to get intense

I'm sitting on the curb thinking "ah shit here we go again"

Then they came out the car holding a stick or maybe a bat

It's hard to recall but I ain't sticking around for that

But if we get to swinging, and beating and bleeding

I know there's no winning if we don't go home safe or end up dead

So I ran up and I grabbed on

And I held that weapon head on

My homie came up right beside and he got both his hands on

We tried deescalating, we tried to befriend

I said "dude, this isn't how we want the night to end"

Then from the corner of my eye I see more goons running up

They brought the whole gang and now they outnumber us

I saw their face and all they seeing is red

So fuck running, I close my eyes and took a breath instead

I took a step back to put some space between us

My homie stared back, we knew shit's getting heated

He looked at me like "we boutta need stitches"

Because we good boys but we ain't a couple of bitches

So I start going ham fucking up the dude with the bat

My homie sneak his homie hit that fucking bitch with a slap

Shit got crazy real quick, shit flying, no cap

Who would've known that our best night would end in a scrap

Another dude swung wild, it caught me right in the chin

I tasted blood in my mouth, so I just shot him a grin

I was on the ground, he tried to kick, I gave him a knee

I sucker punched his dick, thought "fuck it its him or me"

Spat some blood out on the ground and wiped it with my sleeve

I saw my homie getting tackled down so I just grabbed and heave

It must've been adrenaline cause dude was filled with gelatin

He fat as fuck but i just threw him like you won't believe

And bottles and stools start being thrown around

I could see some phones recording saw some flash from the crowd

They screaming out loud, we feeling so proud

Amazing how we bonding over putting

All these bitches down on the ground

And Bangsar cops don't seem to give a fuck

A couple was on patrol but they chose to sit and watch

They must've loved the show

Cause they took a while to flash those lights

When it turned blue then everybody taking flight

And that's just how it goes, how we end the night

We lost some shoes but we didn't lose the fight

When the time comes y'all know we committed

Because we good boys, but we ain't a couple of bitches

Written by: Adam Imanullah

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