Текст песни 49ers (fet. 24 Nate) - Velly Vellz

My lil niggas throwing them bullets like 49ers
I be with them demons guess I gotta come remind ya
New 40 extended hallow tips will fuck his spine up
All my niggas members I throw up the shit they died for
Make me come remind ya
I'm the one to hide from
Out there with a stick boy you ain't really trynna find us
I swear that it get cold out in these streets about them dollars
They want me off the streets they trynna say I'm like Osama

Pussy nigga started beef then shit gotta outta hand
I swear that shit done fucked up all our lives I wish you'd understand
I wish they would've told me being gangsta don't make me no man
Learned to keep my demons close
And not get stuck when I get Inda jam
I know they'll kill me if they get the chance
I know they would kill me if them niggas had the chance too
So bitch I'm Inda field around them sticks just like they bamboo
Got to take that risk I swear that life is like a gamble
Get caught up with no sticks I bet my boys put out his candle
Inda streets ain't no snitching
Seen some shit now you done turned to a witness
And if you open up ya mouth they'll put a bullet right in it
I miss my bro I told em forget all this money we getting
Wait till you free we on record so we can't talk bout no business
Stop asking questions we got no ties
If you don't see me wit em
No he never seen me
I caught em slipping he can't believe I hit em
Dumb niggas leaving they guns at home they know we keep em wit us
Vellz keep on firing we won't stop until
Them people get us
Ima always get back
We talk it cuz we live that
Nah we ain't wit the chit chat
Nah nah
Dare a nigga spin past
Gone be more than a mishap
That boy gone get his shit splat
Uhuh
Opps don't ever spin here
He know not to go there
Gang we keep them poles here
Yea yea
They said we'll get no where
Fuck em I got somewhere
Young niggas we don't care

My lil niggas throwing them bullets like 49ers
I be with them demons guess I gotta come remind ya
New 40 extended hallow tips will fuck his spine up
All my niggas members I throw up the shit they died for
Make me come remind ya I'm the one to hide from
Out there wit a stick boy you ain't really trynna find us
I swear that it get cold out in these streets about them dollars
They want me off the streets they trynna say I'm like Osama