[Intro]
Don't at me and sit on Instagram
I don't wanna talk on social media
If it's up then let it be stuck
6

[Chorus]
This a real 6 party, you cannot get in
Bro just got a stolo, we might spin the Benz
Shout out VontaLand, 6 Block Taliban
Bored of them sneak dissin', like some fuckin' fans, damn

[Verse]
At-ing me in comments for the 'Gram
Mad I'm gettin' money, they think I'm doin' scams, damn
And I heard you know who shot your friend
You don't wanna slide but I heard you popped a jit
'Cause if you gon' slide how the fuck Lil Faceshot died then?
Heard you was a rider, why you ain't ride then
ESPN, make my brother spend bands
Ayy don't make us heat that crib up you coolin' in
You don't wanna hear that wop, then stop
'Fore I pull up on you in a stolen car
Since a toddler, was addicted to them Glocks, ayy
Couple n***as died when Lil 6 had got shot
Heard they caught Lil Malcolm on that second street, ayy
Gunna had his wooly but he used his feet, ayy
All these n***as bitches and they swisher sweet, ayy
Hundred shooters with me and they obsolete
Put that boys face in a box
We do not talk or relate to the opps, uh
Pussy you know how I rock
Run up on me, get you knocked out your socks, ayy
Pussy I stay with a drop
Cojack he with me, he stay with a Glock
And we send shot after shot
Can't post in your hood 'cause we makin' it hot
[Chorus]
This a real 6 party, you cannot get in
Bro just got a stolo, we might spin the Benz
Shout out VontaLand, 6 Block Taliban
Bored of them sneak dissin', like some fuckin' fans, damn