49'ers lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
.40 and nine, but he don't play football
.40 and nine, but he don't play football
sh*t—, this sh*t kind of like the 49ers, ayy

[Chorus]
Bro got a .40 and a nine, he don't play football
I know some n*ggas servin' plates, but they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket, that's when I took off
f*cked 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 b*tch
She said she wouldn't do it, but she still ate the di*k
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

[Verse]
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 (f*ck 'em)
I admit, I came from sh*t, it's hard not to brag (Yeah)
Look, I just be talkin' sh*t
That n*gga thirty with no rod, he a walkin' lick (Hahaha)
And I'm twenty years old with a lot of sh*t (Swear to God)
Yeah, she skinny, but she can take a lot of di*k (Ugh, ugh)
Ayy, hold on, let the beat breathe (Huh?)
John Cena to you n*ggas, y'all can't see me (Nope)
b*tch, I been off the porch since the P3 (Since the what?)
I'ma freak, bae, I can never keep it PG
That n*gga 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)
f*ckin' at her people crib, she tryin' not to yell (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Whole lot of racks, I remember snatchin' plasmas (b*tch)
f*ck 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
n*gga 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)
[Chorus]
Bro got a .40 and a nine, he don't play football
I know some n*ggas servin' plates, but they don't cook y'all
Went and got a bag and a rocket, that's when I took off
f*cked 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 b*tch
She said she wouldn't do it, but she still ate the di*k
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