Where the Hammers At 40 Glocc (Ft. Sam Scarfo)

[Intro: 40 Glocc]
Big Bash
4-O
Hahahaha
Sam Scarfo
Yea!
Infa, Infa, Infamous
Up in this, yea
Infa-infa, Infamous
Up in this

[Verse 1: 40 Glocc]
I'm the king of the coast, I'm a rider for real
Dickies, T-shirts, that's my deal
Keep my peripheral in my rearview
Step in the club, and do that one-two
Infamous G's, do what they want to
Move in a unit, like we 'posed to
Watch ya step, don't get too close, fools
As a matter of fact, it's past your curfew
You dealin' with grown men, these hands'll hurt you
For crumbs off my table, the homie'll murk you
Your life was adopted, you could say I birthed you
The nail in the coffin, straight to your torso
**2 gun shots sound effect**
Ain't you dead yet?
I knew he had bitch in him the day we first met
Pussy's bleedin', I gave him a cold test
Hit his ass up
Nigga, this cold grip
I'm already gone, off a half a stick
I created your life and this the thanks I get?
My chain and my neck represent the set
Yellin' Guerilla Unit, cuzz, beatin' my chest
Feelin' hella buzzed, off of liquor and blunts
Treatin' ey'day like the first of the month
With a pocket full of stones, still served in a cup
And a fitted twenty pack, right hand on my gun