作词 : Onika Maraj/Joshua Goods/Denzel Butler

作曲 : Onika Maraj/Joshua Goods/Denzel Butler

(Bitch, you 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 catalogue (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 little beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's law

For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (Uh)

If you a ghost writer, party 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, uh-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)

****in' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though (Uh, uh, uh)

You was lyin' to the Queen and you went lyin' to the King, Gayle

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

**** you get shot with no scar? (Brrr)

This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it (Ah-ha)

Mm-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 (Ha-ha)

She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin' on Tory toupe

I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz

She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it

And, why the **** they poke the Monsta?

****in' with Nicki, this yeah, ho, I'm comin' 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 **** is you humpin' on a minor?

'Cause she was lyin' on your dead mama (Uh)

On, on your dead mama (Ah-ha-ha-ha)

Lyin' on your dead mama (Uh)

On, on your dead mama (Okay)

Lyin' on your dead mama (Uh)

On, on your dead mama

Lyin', lyin', lyin', 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 **** 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?)

Uh, 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 twenty four 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

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, b