Big Foot

(Been trill, been doin' it, been at it) Your flow is such a bore Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw Bitch, you better stop that dialogue (28 shit) 'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Sigh, how you fuck your mother man when she die? How you go on Gayle King and can't cry? Chile, bye, Big Foot, but you still a small fry Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie (ayo) This lil' beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's Law For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw (ooh) If you a ghostwriter, party in Megan jaw (ooh) Shots thrown, but I still ain't let Megan score (tell 'em) Bad bitch, she like six foot (ooh), I call her Big Foot (brr) The bitch fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot" Uh, still ain't topped "Red Ruby" (No, no, mhm) Tryna steal the sauce, I said, "Get up out my cookbook" (brr) But really, I'm a sweetie pie, P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (brr) Um, why did you lie about your lipo? Fuckin' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though You was lyin' to the queen, then you went lyin' to the King, Gayle The 30-year-old tea so stale Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar Roman, wait, that was the bar Like a body builder, I keep raisin' the bar Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brr) This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, shit'll get dark like chocolate I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench (woo) Mm, yeah, sorta like French They got you all them Grammys, but your flow's still a no What a fiasco, Lupe, Future made you pay (haha) She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin' on Tory toupée I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster? Fuckin' with Nicki this year, ho, I'm comin' like a pornstar She just mad that no nigga ever loved her No nigga gon' stand ten toes behind her Is it my fault I got good vagin-er? Why the fuck is you humpin' on a minor? 'Cause she was lyin' on your dead mama (ooh), on-on your dead mama (ah-ah-ah-ah) Lyin' on your dead mama, on-on your dead mama Lyin' on your dead mama, lyin' on your dead mama Lyin' on your, lyin', lyin', lyin' on your dead mama (brr, ooh) Now listen up, Big Foot, you know I got a lotta tea I went easy on you, umm (glass-fragment-foot-ass bitch) You know, whenever I meet a woman that would fuck her friend's man (And let your friend talk about your ex-friend baby on the internet) I know that (no, no), they have a very evil spirit Um (where my prayer warriors at?) I don't think you want the next installment of this song I know it's the most attention you've ever gotten One-flow ho, but, uh, trust If you don't apologize to your mama in 24 hours Shit gon' get uglier than KenBarbie, okay? Don't play Um, and also, I'd like to say To my supporters, I love you, may God bless you, you're amazin' Um, all the good-pussy gyal dem too, yes But I'm very serious Ho, the things that you've lied about Even pertainin' to your mom, you don't want them out, okay? Now since you think it's funny to speak about people's families We'll all join in, we'll all play the reindeer games Soon as your new nose heals, and soon as your Well, let's leave that for the second installment, rrr