Big Foot

歌詞

(Bitch, you 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 catalogue (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 Swearing on your dead mother when you lie Ay, yo This little begging whore Talking 'bout Megan's law For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw Shots thrown but I still ain't let Megan score Bad bitch, she like six foot I call her big foot The bitch fell off, I said "Get up on your good foot" Uh, still ain't topped Red Ruby Tryna steal the sauce, I said "Get up out my cook book" But really I'm a sweetie pie P-r-t-t-y but I'm p-e-t-t-y Um, why did you lie about your Lypo? Fucking your best friend man is crazy, you the type though You was lying to the Queen then you went lying to the King Gale, that 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 raising the bar Fuck you get shot with no scar? 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 Mm, yeah, sort of like French They got you all them Grammy's but your flow still a no What a Fiasco, Lupe Future made you pay Haha, she wanna Pardi with DaBaby while rubbing on Tory toupe I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it Yo, why the fuck they poke the Monsta? Fucking with Nicki, this year, ho, I'm cumming like a porn star 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 humping on a minor? 'Cause she was lying on your dead momma On, on your dead momma Lying on your dead momma On, on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma On, on your dead momma, lying, lying, lying on your dead momma Now, listen up, Big Foot You know I got a lot of tea, I went easy on you (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-friends baby on the internet, no, no) I know that they have a very evil spirit (Where my prayer warriors at?) Uh, 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 hoe, but, uh, trust If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty four hours Shit gon' get uglier than Ken Barbie, okay? Don't play Um, and also, I'd like to say to my supporters I love you, may God bless you, you're amazing Um, all the good pussy gyal dem too, yes But, I'm very serious Ho, the things that you've lied about Even pertaining 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, brrr