49er Lyrics

(You living lavish nigga) (Yeah)

(I love the hills)

(Woah-oh)

(I fucking did it)

(I fucking did it)

Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it

Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch

We been running down your team like a scrimmage

If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux

Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it

Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin

I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin

She gon pull up if I tell her I'll finish

I double down cause I know that I'm winning

Like who am I kidding

My pants are XL they not even fitted

They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted

She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it

Go hit someone else for the quick dick

Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it

I just wanna wait till the pill hit

Yeah, I'm done with the coke Ima kick it

Yeah, I'm done with this hoe she can't fix it

She gonna jump on me Jiminy Cricket

Then Ima make that bitch buy her own ticket

Knew that I'd blow up right off of the snippet

Walk out of Nieman's I spent like four digits

You hate on the grind you a mufuckin bigot

Yeah, I'll send your bitch back just a minute

I'm up in Cali ballin like a 49er

Don't let the opps get behind ya

Clothes never fit but I walk in designer

Bitch goin down I sit in a recliner

You switch on your gang like Reiner

I roll off the molly, a tire

He talk to cops yeah he wearing a wire

Stick in my hand I feel like Adam Driver

Like, little bro pass me the lighter

I found yo bitch sucking dick on Fiver

I need one more band feel like the fiber

Roll passed his block and we set it on fire

That bitch like it when I'm inside her

Bitches they fighting but I don't want either

Hop on the beat and I sing like a choir

Nine out of ten if you talk on my name you a liar

Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it

Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch

We been running down your team like a scrimmage

If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux

Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it

Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin

I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin

I double down cause I know that I'm winning

Like who am I kidding

My pants are XL they not even fitted

They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted

She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it

Go hit someone else for the quick dick

Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it

I just wanna wait till the pill hit