Lyrics 6Up - Tommy Lee Sparta

6Up

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