6Up - Tommy Lee Sparta

Montana

Badda dan di killa dem wid isis

Cut your fuckin' life in a crisis

Stab you throat with mi icepick

Hold on pon yuh soul like a vicegrip

Find body a di least

6 shot inna him chest

Crime scene full of evidence

Mi could care less

Up inna di club

Pure champagne a pop

Any boy violate

Get dem head push back

Dem fi know sey

Is a badman party

Inna di club badgal shorty

Sparta step out like a bloodclaat army

Fi anybody feel like dem a wan war wi

We nuh give a fuck, mercury inna mi cup

Highgrade inna mi spliff, every gal a wine up

Gucci shirt black jeans an mi white high top

Yo sparta nuh cheap, every cash rise up

Up, up, up, up, up, up

Dem know sey mi thing

Up, up, up, up, up, up

Sparta nuh flop

So we thing stay

Up, up, up, up, up, up

Everybody fucked up

Up, up, up, up, up

An it full way up

Pull up inna di club like a brinks truck

Gucci bag innna di trunk

Rubber bands stacked

Pussy weh you know bout that

Money we a make money we a stack

Hustle fi d paper, we young an we rich

Loyal to the game and we never gon swtich

Got a couple white girls dem a fly cargo

More ice inna mi chain dan bloodclaat Chicago

You know say we a stack money from when

Pussy dem a watch we

We nuh watch them gwaan suck unno mother

We nuh beg friend dem fi know sey

We nuh have no problem

God know mi thing

Up, up, up, up, up, up

Dem know say mi ting way up

Up, up, up, up, up

Sparta nuh flop so we thing stay

Up, up, up, up, up

Up inna di club

Everybody fucked up

Up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up, up, up