Big Foot - A Cappella

Your flow is such a bore

Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw

Bitch, you better stop that dialogue

'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

Swearing on your dead mother when you lie

Ayo

This little begging whore talking 'bout Megan's law

For a free beat, you can 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, 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 cook book" (brr)

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, 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? (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, sort of like French

They got you all them Grammy's 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 toupee

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?

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 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, lying on your dead momma

Lying on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma

Lying on your-, lying, lying, lying on your dead momma

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 hoe, but, uh, trust me

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 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