Where Them Hammers At

[40 Glocc]

Big Bash

4-O

Sam Scarfo

Infa, infa

Infamous

Up in this bitch

Infa-infa

Infamous

Up in this

(Verse 1)

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

Matter of fact

It's past your curfew

You dealin' with grown men, these hands'll hurt you

With crumbs off of my table, my homey'll murk you

Your life was adopted, you could say, I'll birth you

The nail in the coffin

Straight to your torso

BLIP-BLIP-BLOW

Ain't you dead yet?

I knew he had bitch in them the day we first met

Pussy was bleeding

I gave him a cold test

Hit his ass up

Nigga, this cold grip

I'm already gone

Over half a state

I created ya life

And this the thanks I get?

My chain and my neck represent the set

Yellin' Guerilla Unit, cuz

Beating my chest

Feelin' hella buzzed, off of liquor and blunts

Treating everyday 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

Uh

Chorus:

[Sam Scarfo] You ain't really that deep

You ain't bangin' no heat

You don't really want beef, where them hammers at

[Both] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO!

[Sam Scarfo] Where them hammers at

[Both] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO!

[Sam Scarfo] Where them hammers at

Calico, mack 10, A.K., everything

Shorty whop, 40 Glocc

Homey, what you gotta say?

[40 Glocc] It's on, nigga

[Sam Scarfo] Where them hammers at

[Both] BLAO, BLAO, BLAO!

[Sam Scarfo] Where them hammers at

(Verse 2)

I moved out the hood

Straight to the 'burbs

Keep my ear to the street like I sleep on the curb

Put my feet to your hair piece to get on your nerves

Drink liquor til I'm pissy

I must concur

Dump til the clip empty, watch the outcome occur

Treating trouble like pussy divin in, head first

I fill that boy up from the head on down

Turn a crooked-ass frown

Upside down

Keep heat in my pants

Like a STD

Ridin' shotgun in V.I.P., SUV

I'm S-U-P

R-E-M-E

Do a driveby in daylight like big Tray Dee

When I yell out, "Peace"

I want a piece of the pie

Or I'm a use the doo-wap to knock a piece at ya thigh

It's hard to stay alive, niggas, easy to die

Now analyze my life and try to walk in my nights

Let's see how many bullets, you could die tonight

If I die tonight

I'll be remembered

For them throw-away burners with no serial numbers

I'm a felon, homeboy

No registered pistols

If you running from me, homie

That lead'll get you

Repeat Chorus