6 Foot 7 Foot (feat. Cory Gunz)

Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer

Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia

Young Money militia and I am the commissioner

You don't wan' start Weezy 'cause the "F" is for finish ya

So misunderstood, but what's 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, we all know Mother Nature

It's all in the family, but I am of no relation

No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration

Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation

Fuck that shit, my money up, you **** just Honey Nut

Young Money runnin' shit and you **** just runner-ups

I don't feel I've done enough so I'ma keep on doin' this shit

Lil' Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Ha

Yeah

I'm goin' back in, okay

I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded

I think you stand under me if you don't understand me

Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy

But hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't 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 **** like sequins

**** think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant

Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery

You full of shit, you close your mouth and let your 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 **** all day and tomorrow

But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke

Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya

Try me and run into a wall, outfielder

You know I'ma ball till 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 **** animals, then I'ma have a mink soon

Tell them bitches I say, "Put my name on the wall"

I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

And I call it like I see it and my glasses on

But most of y'all don't get the picture, 'less the flash is on

Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it

Young Money, Cash Money

Uh, paper chaser, tell that paper

Look, I'm right behind ya

Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna

People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta, kinda

Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her

You **** 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 body builder

Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well

Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

Yeah, word to my momma, I'm out of my lima bean

Don't 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-I play the side for you **** that's tryna front and see

Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you **** the Son of me

Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha

Disturb me and you'll be all over the floor like Luda'

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba

And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya

I be mackin' 'bout my stackin' amount, I pack like a mover

Shout the ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter

**** think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler

Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

Wayne

These **** out they mind, I done told these fuck **** so many times

That I keep them bucks, steady on my mind

Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To feed 'em, on my grind, did I get a little love?

Keep throwin' my sign in the middle

Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause ain't no peace on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride

Tune tell me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside

I'm Uptown thoroughbred, a BX ****, ya heard, Gunna