6 Foot 7 Foot

Future Hit Makers2011年2月1日


6 Foot 7 Foot (六步七步) - Future Hit Makers

Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch

Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer

Swagger down pat call my sh*t 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 b**ches at the same time synchronized swimmers

Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her

Never met the b**ch but I f-ck her like I missed her

Life is the b**ch 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 sh*t my money up you n-ggas

Just Honey Nut

Young Money running sh*t and you n-ggas

Just runner-ups

I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep

On doing this sh*t

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish


Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch

Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch

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 a** talk

Young Money eating all you haters do is add salt

Stop playing b**ch 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

B**ch stop playing I do it like a king do

If these n-ggas animals then I'ma

Have a mink soon

Tell 'em b**ches 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”

B**ch 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 a** 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 b**ch 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

B**ch I flow like scuba b**ch I'm bald like Cuba

And I keep a killer ho she gon'

Blow right through ya

I be mackin' '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 b**ch 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 throwin' my sign in the middle

Hit 'em up piece on my side

Cause ain't no peace on my side b**ch

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


6 Foot 7 Foot - Future Hit Makers