6 Foot, 7 Foot (Feat. Cory Gunz)

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You no wan start Weezy cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood, but whats a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin , what a fuckin family picture
You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature
Its all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter whos buyin, Im a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money runnin shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I dont feel I done enough, so Imma keep on doin this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Im goin back in
Okay, I lost my mind, its somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you dont understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon be hoes, so I couldnt blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
Swear, man, I be seein through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talkin to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, thats adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eatin, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playin, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, Ill spill ya
Try me and run into a wall: outfielder
You know Imma ball til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playin, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then Imma have a mink soon
Tell em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess thats a foreign language to yall
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of yall dont get the picture less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin, you dont know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin, tell that paper, 'Look, Im right behind ya'
Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna
People say Im borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I dont sleep so I cant 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 wishin' well, now wish me well
Tell em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, Im out of my lima bean
Dont 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, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas thats tryna front, and see
Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and youll be all over the flo like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, Im bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon blow right through ya
I be mackin, bout my stackin, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas 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 my sign in the middle
Hit em up, piece on my side, cause aint no peace on my side, bitch
Im a man, I visit urinals with pride
Tune told me to, Im shootin when the funeral outside
Im uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna