Ayy…
(Bang Bang)
Uh
Game spittin’, no emotion
Red & Gold sittin’ heavy like the ocean
Super Bowl glow in the South Bay night
Levi’s hummin’, air too tight
This ain’t hype, this a setting
This a tone that don’t need no mention
Crowd already in position
We been ready, we just waitin’ on admission
Whoever it is, they draw that card
Different logo, same damn yard
Step off the bus, feel that shift
Chest get heavy, momentum slip
This ain’t matchup, this environment
Noise so thick it bend alignment
Lights hit hard, thoughts go sideways
Welcome to the house, this the Bay way
Only the Yay Way, not L.A. or Hawk Way
Red & Gold go dumb, make ’em backpedal sideways
Only the Yay Way, not L.A. or Hawk Way
Go dumb in this bitch, make the whole house vibrate
Seats packed tight, no smiles here
Every sound travel straight to fear
No handshakes, no pleasantries
This that Bay Area chemistry
We don’t talk, we apply it
Pressure build, then get violent
Not with hands at first, with volume
Crowd make time start foldin’, Faithful consume
(Yeah)
(Uh)
They studied film, they made they plans
Didn’t study this, didn’t understand
This ain’t road noise, this a wall
Every third down feel like a call
Clock move slow, air get thin
Even veterans feel it sink in
This that place you come undone
Not just play, this where runs get done
Opps creep in with they colors flyin’ bold
Hawk or Ram, the Red&Gold thinkin’ they control
But the sea turn red quick, Faithful close ranks
Spot a lone 12 or a blue-L.A Ram tank
One wrong chant, one chest puff too loud
Section erupt, mob up, no cap, no crowd
49ers crash like a goal-line blitz pack
Jump ‘em deep, hands fly, no turnin’ back
Rip that jersey clean off they back, threads snap
Expose the fraud, leave ‘em shirtless, trapped
Seahawks fan get bodied in the aisle row
Rams fool try to run, catch elbows to the dome
Concourses turn war zone, tailgate blood on the grill
We don’t just boo, we enforce, make ‘em feel
The weight of the Bay, the price of invasion
Rival fabric shredded, left in humiliation
Only the Yay Way, not L.A. or Hawk Way
Red & Gold pressure hit, make ’em backpedal sideways
Only the Yay Way, not L.A. or Hawk Way
This our house, better walk the right way—or get dragged
No excuses, no debate
You feel it soon as you touch that gate
This ain’t welcome, this is weight
This is what come with the Super Bowl stage
We don’t scream, we resonate
Concrete talk when Faithful vibrate
Game recognize game, that’s law
If you here now, you already saw—or you learned raw
We mob up heavy when the enemy show face
Jump ‘em in packs, strip the colors, no trace
Hawk jersey torn, Ram threads hit the floor
Left breathin’ heavy, beggin’ for the door
This Levi’s, not they spot, we own every inch
One wrong step, get mobbed, feel the pinch
Faithful turn feral when the red wave crash
Opps leave humbled, jerseys in the trash
This our house
This our noise
This our ground
This our choice
(Bang Bang)
Only the Yay Way
We don’t just win games—we defend the soil
Niners!!
