(Bitch, you been doing 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)
Before I hit Carl and buy your catalogue (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
Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie
A-yo
This little beggin' whore talking about Megan's law
For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (uh)
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw (uh)
Shots thrown but I still ain't let Megan score (tell 'em, uh)
Bad bitch she like six foot (uh), I call her Big Foot (brrr)
The bitch fell off, I said
Get up on your good foot (ah, ah)
Uh, she ain't still topped Red Ruby (no, no, no, nuh-huh)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said
Get up out my cook book (brrr)
But really I'm a sweetie pie
P-R-T-T-Y but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (brrr)
Um, why did you lie about your lypo? (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuckin' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though (uh, uh, uh)
You was lyin' to the Queen then you went lyin' to the King
Gale, that 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
Fuck you get shot with no scar? (brrr)
This little piggy toxic, someone adopt it (ah-ha)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Shit'll get dark like chocolate
I'm about 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 (ha-ha)
She wanna Pardi with DaBaby
While rubbin' 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?
Fuckin' with Nicki, this year, hoe, I'm cummin' like a porn star
She just mad that no nigga ever loved her
No nigga gon' stan 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 lyin' on your dead mama
On, on your dead mama
Lyin' on your dead mama
On, on your dead mama
Lyin' on your dead mama
Lyin' on your dead mama
Lying-lah-lah
Lyin' on your dead mama
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?)
Um, 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 24 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
Hoe, the things that you've lied about
Even pertainin' 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)
