6 Foot 7 Foot (feat. Tazzo B)

First off, it's clip, don't cap, you ain't booming for shit

Hop out the V, I don't boom out the whip

Thirsty bitch, why you lack for a sip?

Keep it with me, I can talk like this

Paranoia why I walk like this

These **** diss and don't know me

Gotta stop smoking, Breezy, that was an OD

Still in rotation, man, I slid so much, **** own me

Gotta do it, my doly, can't let police give me a coldy

Light him up, have a merry Christmas

Gotta lotta new opps on my wishlist

I been asking the Lord for forgiveness for the sins we had been committing

I'm Tazzo B, on this shit, gang sliding

Every week on the block, they hiding

We gon' see, take aim, then shoot and

Then repeat, don't stop flocking that man still on his feet

All this anger inside we release it

Bitch, it's war, what the fuck is that peace shit?

Driving my Roley, I'm clutching for Queezy

They talk in their songs but they duck when they see me

Bitch, believe me, last opp gang caught did 'em greasy

I can't fuck with that bitch acting needy

Sound like that someone's not stepping with VV

Bitches be running back to my bitch

Like they don't be on my dick

'Member a **** pockets had lint

Now it's 5K for a fit

I be in Saks Fith with the stick

I be in Louis V copping drip

Since I came home, a **** been on defense

Tryna repent for my sins, uh

But I'm stepping on shit

Slide, make it make sense, uh

Hiding but you talk shit

Me and twin pull up where you paying rent, uh

"Me ain't hear 26AR"

Fuck you living, in a tent?

I was just stucked up tryna vent

Now all these bitches wanna bend

Put this shit to the side, let's go risk it all

Name men in a spliff just to piss 'em off

Gang on the move, Brody say liftoff

We get you sauced, no criss or cross

Speaking straight facts, no diss involved

Bitch, your man just died, don't get involved

26, bitch, gang, get 'em all

Bad bitch got curves like the letter R

They say, "Brody, you seasoned like Goya"

23 pack, my sig the Sauer

Bitch, you know you ain't crossin' that border

Brody got a stick soundin' like a controller

We stack money, power in that order

Drill him if he ain't really movin' accordingly

Know some dead **** in more songs than me

Gotta think if you gon' live that long to see, bitch