“Big Foot” lyrics

(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