6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics - Cory Gunz

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch 

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch 

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 want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher 

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 f-ck her like I missed her 

Life is the bitch, and death is her sister 

Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin' 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 buying, I'm a celebration 

Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation 

F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut 

Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups 

I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit 

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish 

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch 

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch 

I'm going 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 n-ggas like sequins 

N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end 

Talking to myself because I am my own consultant 

Married to the money, f-ck the world, that's adultery 

You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk 

Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt 

Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt 

Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off 

Real n-gga all day and tomorrow 

But these muthaf-ckas talking 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 'til they turn off the field lights 

The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe 

Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do 

If these n-ggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon 

Tell 'em 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 nothing, you don't know the half of it 

Young Money, Cash Money 

Paper chasing, 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 n-ggas 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 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell 

Word to my mama, 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 played the side for you n-ggas that's tryna front, and see 

Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me 

Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha 

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

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

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

I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover 

Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter 

N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler 

Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler 

Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind 

I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times 

That I keep these bucks steady on my mind 

Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause 

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

Keep throwing 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 abroad 

Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside 

I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard? 

Gunna