6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne ft Cory Gunz (lyrics) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six-six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, Vodka with a Spritzer Swagger down pat, call my s- Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don\u0027t want start Weezy \u0027cause the F is for finisher So misunderstood but what\u0027s a world without enigma? Two b- at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted \u0027cause she open when you twist her Never met the b- but I F\u0027d her like I missed her Life is the bi- and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a f- family picture You know Father Time, we all know Mother Nature It\u0027s all in the family but I am of no relation No matter who\u0027s buying, I\u0027m a celebration Black and white diamonds, f- segregation F- that sh-, my money up, you just-just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n- just runner ups I don\u0027t feel I done enough so I\u0027ma keep on doing this sh- Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch (yeah) Six-six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch (I\u0027m going back in, okay) I lost my mind, it\u0027s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don\u0027t understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But h- gon\u0027 be h- so, I couldn\u0027t blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swear man, I be seeing through these n- like sequins Think-think-think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f- the world, that\u0027s adultery You full of s-, you close your mouth and let yo a- talk Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt Stop playin\u0027, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real n- all day and tomorrow But these motherf- talkin\u0027 crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I\u0027ll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I\u0027ma ball \u0027til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labour, I enjoy \u0027em while they still ripe B-, stop playing, I do it like a king do If these ni- animals then I\u0027ma have a mink soon Tell \u0027em bitches I say, put my name on the wall I speak the truth but I guess that\u0027s a foreign language to y\u0027all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y\u0027all don\u0027t get the picture \u0027less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing, you don\u0027t know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money, uh Paper chasing, tell that paper, \u0022Look, I\u0027m right behind ya\u0022 B-, real G\u0027s move in silence like Lasagna People say I\u0027m borderline crazy, sorta, kinda Woman of my dreams, I don\u0027t sleep so I can\u0027t find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a Subject and a Predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell \u0027em kiss my a- call it kiss and tell Yeah, word to my mama, I\u0027m out of my lima bean Don\u0027t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now, all I want is hits, b- Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n- that\u0027s tryin\u0027 to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n- the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me and you\u0027ll be all over the flow like Luda B- I flow like scuba, b- I\u0027m bald like Cuba And I keep a killer, she-she-she gon\u0027 blow right through ya I be macking \u0027bout my stackin\u0027, now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin\u0027 out on behalf of my shooter N- think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these-these out they mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwin\u0027 my sign in the middle Hit \u0027em up, piece on my side \u0027Cause ain\u0027t no peace on my side I\u0027m a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I\u0027m shootin\u0027 when the funeral outside I\u0027m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-, ya heard? Gunna