Big Foot (RAP Version)

[Intro] (Been trill, 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 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 Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie (Ayo) [Verse] 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 bitch, she like six foot (Ooh), 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, "Gеt 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 liе about your lipo? Fuckin' 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 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, 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 fuck they poke the monster? Fuckin' with Nicki this year, ho, I'm comin' 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 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)