Big Foot - A Cappella

Your flow is such a bore

Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw

**, you better stop that dialogue (28 **)

'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Sigh

How you ** 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

Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie (Ayo)

This lil' beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's Law

For a free beat, you could 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 **, she like six foot (Ooh), I call her Big Foot (Brr)

The ** 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 cookbook" (Brr)

But really, I'm a sweetie pie

P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (Brr)

Um, why did you lie about your lipo?

**in' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though

You was lyin' to the queen, then you went lyin' 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 raisin' the bar

** you get shot with no scar?

(Brr)

This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

**'ll get dark like chocolate

I'm 'bout to get up in your **, **, clench (Woo)

Mm, 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 rubbin' on Tory toupée

I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz

She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it

Yo, why the ** they poke the monster?

**in' with Nicki this year, ho, I'm comin' like a pornstar

She just mad that no ** ever loved her

No ** gon' stand ten toes behind her

Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?

Why the ** is you humpin' on a minor?

'Cause she was lyin' on your dead mama (Ooh), on-on your dead mama (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Lyin' on your dead mama, on-on your dead mama

Lyin' on your dead mama, lyin' on your dead mama

Lyin' on your, lyin', lyin', lyin' on your dead mama (Brr, ooh)

Now listen up, Big Foot

You know I got a lotta tea

I went easy on you

Umm (Glass-fragment-foot-ass **)

You know, whenever I meet a woman that would ** 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 ho, but, uh, trust

If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty-four hours

** 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

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, rrr

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