

Listen up, rizzlers, gather 'round,
This sigma just pulled up to town.
67 aura, yeah, that's the score,
Walk through the door and they're asking for more!
Boots on my feet and shades on my face,
Walking through the country with unbelievable grace.
Got that sigma energy,
shining bright, 67 aura from morning till night.
No cap, I'm telling you,
this ain't a lie,
Got so much rizz,
it's reaching the sky!
67 aura, no cap,
that's me, Sigma energy as far as you can see.
Rizzlers everywhere, better clear the way,
I'm bringing that energy every single day.
Yeehaw to the left,
sigma to the right,
67
aura shining through the night.
No cap, no lies,
that's the code we know,
Country-rap sigma putting on a show!
Skibidi beat
with a
country twang, Sigma walks in and the
whole place bangs. Rizz on ten,
aura
on blast, 67 energy moving way too fast.
He said “No cap,” I said “That's facts,” Then I hit the
dance floor and started doing laps.
Everybody knows when I step in the room,
Sigma energy goes BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Out underneath
those Tennessee stars,
Riding down the road in a lifted-up car.
Don't need no crown,
don't need no throne,
67 aura makes the whole place known.
67 aura, no cap,
that's right, Sigma energy burning all night.
Rizzlers unite, let me hear you say,
“67!” and we’re taking the day!
Country boots stomping, rap beat loud,
Sigma energy making us proud.
No cap, big rizz,
aura running free, 67 sigma—that's the life for me!
Listen up, rizzlers... The sigma has spoken.
67 aura. No cap.
(yeah, no cap)