40 Cal, S.A.S. - 40 Cal lyrics

Aiyo, the heat do spray
Oh dough, too cheap to pay
I just blow his wig off like a cheap toupee
I don't care what ya people say
When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay
What you know about Couversier
And the Denali gray
Halle Berry, Halle Robertson
That's how a holiday i play the dotty way
Bring it where ya mommy stay see the gun
Put ya hands up like hip hop hooray
I'm a Dr dre, stacks is high
Niggas comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why
And they don't have the right answer
Like Allen I
Then put ya hands between ya legs
Kiss ya ass goodbye
And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here
And if we ain't got Roc on
We got Rob 'Em Wear
Cartier, army's, safari gear with coke
Will line up more heads than a barber chair
Them my fiend niggas

This is 40 Cal, and the forty thou'
Every forty miles and running
Screaming shorty wild
Laugh, flows, crack on the stove
When you hear that 4-0, act like you know

40, I can show you how to get a mean stack
Supply you with crack that'll
Get your fiends back trust me
So keep talking and get ya team clapped
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch
And I'mma chain smoker, you got a chain
I smoke ya throw 'em on the M track
That's how I train doja's
Broke niggas lie and steal
I leave 'em lyin' still
You got a watch, you dead
That's time to kill
It ain't right and when I
Show 'em the iron pills i'mma bomb threat
You just a little fire drill
I buy out deals, why? Cuz I rhyme reals
So don't think it's millions
When I hit you with the 9 mil'
I'm like a mind field
Niggas scared to step to me
Drop two freestyles
Already want the best of me
See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe
Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consecutively

Touch my jewels, niggas rather palm a grenade
My gun hold twelve shells
Like a carton of eggs
Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid
But, I ain't talk about money
When it cost you an arm and a leg
Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg'
Have you cleaning my house
That's the one way ya squad'll be made maid
Sparkin' the haze, like barbers that fade
I turn ya head to the Red Sea
And I put a part in ya waves
I'm why niggas smoke a carton a day
I blow ya father away
Just to make you go, farther away
Cuz in my hood
You try to floss fresher than Manny
You be sweet Vicks like
The cough medicine candy
You mad my tom' heavy and fancy
Your money come in light bills
Like ConEdison family
Tuck whammies in a mini hoster
So when I hit you with the grand slam
Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa