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

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
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

[Cory Gunz]
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