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