5.7

I remember back then I was selling them nicks

I remember back then I was mailing them bricks

I was posted up just with them felons with blicks

It look like we came out the woods when we brought out these sticks

All these mothafuckas hating on me like I'm Chris

Ever since I went ahead and flooded my wrist

I just ran out of Wock so I poured up some Tris

And I'm in the back of the Bach getting head from yo bitch

Pull up to the scene with the 5.7

I just sold a brick up at the 7-Eleven

Nigga wanna try send his ass to heaven

Nigga this a Glock not no Smith and Wesson