Eight songs, twenty minutes and thirty-two seconds. Each one is about a real person or a real moment from the six seven meme, from the 67 Kid's scream to Skrilla's block in Southwest Philly.
Debut album · 202620:32
Latest single · June 2026
The follow-up to 6, 7… 8, and the one parents keep asking for. A parade of tiny marchers winds through a medieval town at night, flags folding, voices fading, until six-seven is just a whisper and everyone's asleep.
K-pop, Latin pop, a reply to the doubters. Same number every time.
A K-pop-flavored anthem about the hand sign itself.
Latin pop and reggaetón, sung entirely in Spanish.
A punchy reply to everyone who said 67 had peaked.
The quiet one: has 67 reached you yet?
For everyone who never needed 67 explained.
It started as Skrilla's shout-out to his block, 67th Street in Southwest Philly. There's no gang connection and no hidden meaning.
The album has no explicit lyrics and no mature themes. Skrilla's original track is Philly drill with content warnings, so that one is older-teen material. If it's taking over a classroom: acknowledge it, smile, move on. Bans tend to make it bigger.
Late 2024, Skrilla puts out “Doot Doot (6 7)”. Basketball TikTok picks up the sound. In March 2025 TK Kinney rates his coffee “six… seven” on camera, and that same month Maverick Trevillian screams “67!” at an AAU game. By mid-2025 the hashtag has passed a billion views and schools are trying to ban it.
We couldn't stop thinking about it, so we wrote songs about the people in those clips. What we didn't want was a parody record.
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