[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 niggas 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 niggas 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