6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne ft. Cory Gunz (Cover by @KarminMusic) 

Hey Mr.Tally man, tally me banana/ [bad word] and me wan’ go home 
Me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-o [bad word] and me wan’ go home

[Nick]:
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Amy]:
Ahem
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my out Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am [bad word] You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
Two chickas at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the man twisted ’cause he open when you twist him
Never met the guy, but I treat him like I missed him
Life is the witch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a awkward 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, foget segregation [bad word] that foo, my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut
Young [bad word] this and you jiggas [bad word] ups
I don’t feel I’ve done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this stuff
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Nick]:
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Amy]:
I’m going back in
Okay
Yo stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these jiggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
Tell ‘em peoples I say put my name on the wall
I speak the [bad word]  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 see 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”
Yo, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Man of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t found ya
You jiggas 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 (ah), now wish me well
Tell ‘em kiss my butt, call it kiss and tell

[Amy]:
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, yo, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you jiggas that’s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you jiggas 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
Yo, I flow like scuba, yo, I’m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer tho, I 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
Jiggas think they high as I, [bad word] laugh at [bad word] Cash Money cold, yo, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these jiggas out they mind
I done told these foget jiggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks they be on my mind
Tuck these, I foget 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, oh
I’m a girl, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX jiggas, ya know?
Gunna, gunna…Yeah
 [bad word] and me wan’ go home [bad word] and me wan’ go home