Bigfoot

Been trill, been doing it, been at it

Your flow is such a bore
Drinking a bottle of Henny through a straw
Bitch, you better stop that dialogue (Twenty-eight shit)
Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog
Hahahahaha ha hahahaha
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 (Ayo)

This lil' begging whore
Talking 'bout Megan's Law
For a free beat
You could hit Megan raw
If you a ghostwriter
Party 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 cookbook
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 lipo
Fucking your best friend
Man, is crazy, you the type though
You was lying to the queen
Then you went lying to the King
Gayle
The thirty-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 bar
Fuck you, get shot with no scar
This little piggy toxic
Somebody adopt it
Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Shit'll get dark like chocolate
I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench
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 rubbing on Tory toupée
I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for
Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster
Fucking with Nicki this year
Hoe, I'm coming 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 vagina
Why the fuck is you humping on a minor?
Cause she was lying on your dead mama
On-on your dead mama
Lying on your dead mama
On-on your dead mama
Lying on your dead mama
Lying on your dead mama
Lying on your, lying, lying, lying on your dead mama

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 they have a very evil spirit (No, no)
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 hoe, but, uh, trust
If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty-four 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 amazing
Um, all the good-pussy gyal dem too, yes
But
I'm very serious
Hoe, 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
Rrr