Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz - Rap, Bounce
6 Foot 7 Foot by Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz Lyrics
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Duration: 3:56
Story Behind the Song
Released via iTunes on December 16, 2010, "6 Foot 7 Foot" marked Lil Wayne's first recorded single following his release from prison on November 4, 2010. The track was originally intended for T.I., but an Atlantic Records manager who co-managed Wayne redirected it his way. Producer Bangladesh reunited with Wayne for the first time since "A Milli," their previous collaboration, despite a royalty dispute between Bangladesh and Cash Money that had kept them apart. The song samples Harry Belafonte's "Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)," specifically the lyric "6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch," which directly inspired its title. Young Money president Mack Maine described it as "A Milli on steroids." Wayne himself called it "a monster," adding that it would show people "where I'm at lyrically." The song debuted at number 9 on the Billboard Hot 100 and surpassed three million digital downloads in the U.S. by January 2013.
Lyrics
[Chorus: Harry Belafonte] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ahem Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You no wan' 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 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, and 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 niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish, ha! [Chorus: Harry Belafonte, Lil Wayne] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Yeah) Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (I'm goin' back in) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 seein' through these niggas like sequins Niggas 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 yo' 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 nigga all day and tomorrow But these ma'fuckers 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 'til 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 niggas 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 nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money... uh Paper chasin', 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 niggas 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 wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Yeah, 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-I play the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' 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 to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler, Wayne These niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck 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 Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga Ya heard? Gunna
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Meaning of "6 Foot 7 Foot" by Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne's "6 Foot 7 Foot" is a relentless lyrical assault, a masterclass in boastful, aggressive wordplay. The track immediately establishes a tone of unapologetic confidence and overwhelming presence. It's a verbal flex, a declaration of dominance in the rap game and beyond. The lyrics paint the speaker as an enigmatic, almost mythical figure, thriving on being misunderstood. He dismisses rivals as mere "runner-ups" while positioning himself as a "celebration." This self-aggrandizement is underscored by a cynical view of existence, where "Life is the bitch, and death is her sister," yet he remains "of no relation" to this grim family picture, suggesting an outsider status even within the fundamental aspects of being. What truly makes these lyrics pop is the audacious, often absurd, imagery and wordplay. From the casual swagger of "call my shit Patricia" to the iconic stealth of "real G's move in silence like lasagna," Wayne consistently delivers unexpected metaphors. He compares rivals to "gelatin, peanuts to an elephant," using vivid, dismissive comparisons that are both clever and cutting, forcing the listener to pause and appreciate the intricate construction. Ultimately, the effectiveness of "6 Foot 7 Foot" lies in its sheer density and relentless energy. The speaker's mind is "so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off," a hyperbolic claim that perfectly captures the manic, unstoppable force of his lyrical prowess. It's a captivating display of verbal dexterity, where every line is packed with a punch, making the speaker feel larger than life and utterly in control.
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil Wayne
- Cory Gunz
- Bangladesh
- Lord Burgess
- William Attaway