SCY Jimm - 49'ers lyrics
[SCY Jimm - 49'ers lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
40 and nine, but he don't play football
40 and nine, but he don't play football
Shit, this shit kind of like the 49ers, ayy
Bro got a 40 and a nine
He don't play football
I know some niggas servin' plates
But they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket
That's when I took off
Fucked her so good, she ain't go to work
She took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for
Head and now I hate the bitch
She said she wouldn't do it
But she still ate the dick
I said I wouldn't record, I ain't
Lie, I took a pic, yeah
She say she want Chanel, I went
To Ross, and got a fit, ayy
Damn, yeah, I know my opps mad
Last year, I was broke, this year
I got a bag
And 12 can't keep up, I know the cops sad
(Fuck 'em) i admit, I came from shit
It's hard not to brag (yeah)
Look, I just be talkin' shit
That nigga thirty with no rod
He a walkin' lick (Ha ha ha)
And I'm twenty years old with a lot of shit
(Swear to God) yeah, she skinny
But she can take a lot of dick (Ugh, ugh)
Ayy, hold on, let the beat breathe (Huh?)
John Cena to you niggas, y'all can't see me
(Nope)
Bitch, I been off the porch since the P3
(Since the what?)
I'ma freak, bae, I can never keep it PG
That nigga ran it up so fast, they like
"How the hell?"
You got caught with all that food
How you out of jail?
Get caught, do your time
You ain't gotta tell (Snitch)
Fuckin' at her people crib
She tryin' not to yell (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Whole lot of racks
I remember snatchin' plasmas (Bitch)
Fuck her off a Perc', she can't breathe
She got asthma
I be in Bunnell, but I know plugs in Palatka
(Cousin) last year, it was Hondas
But this coupe here the fastest (Ayy, skrrt)
Gang with me, run down, no way
Nigga move wrong, chop' eat your face
Wanna meet God? It might just be your day
(Ayy, yeah)
I got a lady, baby, I can't be your bae
(Can't be your bae)
Bro got a 40 and a nine
He don't play football
I know some niggas servin' plates
But they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket
That's when I took off
Fucked her so good, she ain't go to work
She took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for
Head and now I hate the bitch
She said she wouldn't do it
But she still ate the dick
I said I wouldn't record, I ain't lie
I took a pic
She say she want Chanel, I went to Ross
And got a fit
40 and nine, but he don't play football
40 and nine, but he don't play football
Shit, this shit kind of like the 49ers, ayy
Bro got a 40 and a nine
He don't play football
I know some niggas servin' plates
But they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket
That's when I took off
Fucked her so good, she ain't go to work
She took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for
Head and now I hate the bitch
She said she wouldn't do it
But she still ate the dick
I said I wouldn't record, I ain't
Lie, I took a pic, yeah
She say she want Chanel, I went
To Ross, and got a fit, ayy
Damn, yeah, I know my opps mad
Last year, I was broke, this year
I got a bag
And 12 can't keep up, I know the cops sad
(Fuck 'em) i admit, I came from shit
It's hard not to brag (yeah)
Look, I just be talkin' shit
That nigga thirty with no rod
He a walkin' lick (Ha ha ha)
And I'm twenty years old with a lot of shit
(Swear to God) yeah, she skinny
But she can take a lot of dick (Ugh, ugh)
Ayy, hold on, let the beat breathe (Huh?)
John Cena to you niggas, y'all can't see me
(Nope)
Bitch, I been off the porch since the P3
(Since the what?)
I'ma freak, bae, I can never keep it PG
That nigga ran it up so fast, they like
"How the hell?"
You got caught with all that food
How you out of jail?
Get caught, do your time
You ain't gotta tell (Snitch)
Fuckin' at her people crib
She tryin' not to yell (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Whole lot of racks
I remember snatchin' plasmas (Bitch)
Fuck her off a Perc', she can't breathe
She got asthma
I be in Bunnell, but I know plugs in Palatka
(Cousin) last year, it was Hondas
But this coupe here the fastest (Ayy, skrrt)
Gang with me, run down, no way
Nigga move wrong, chop' eat your face
Wanna meet God? It might just be your day
(Ayy, yeah)
I got a lady, baby, I can't be your bae
(Can't be your bae)
Bro got a 40 and a nine
He don't play football
I know some niggas servin' plates
But they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket
That's when I took off
Fucked her so good, she ain't go to work
She took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for
Head and now I hate the bitch
She said she wouldn't do it
But she still ate the dick
I said I wouldn't record, I ain't lie
I took a pic
She say she want Chanel, I went to Ross
And got a fit