(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 catalog (Hahaha, hahaha) Sigh How you fuck your mother man when she died? 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 If you a ghostwriter, Pardi in Megan jaw Shots thrown, but I still ain't let Megan score Bad bitch, she like six foot, I call her Big Foot The bitch fell off, I said: Get up on your good foot Uh, she ain't still topped Red Ruby Tryna steal the sauce, I said: Get up out my cook book But really I'm a sweetie pie P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y Mmm, why did you lie about your lypo'? Fuckin' your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though 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 Fuck you get shot with no scar? This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Shit'll get dark like chocolate I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench 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 She wanna party 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 And why the fuck they poke the Monsta? Fuckin' with Nicki this year, ho, I'm comin' like a porn star She just mad that no nigga ever loved her No nigga gon' stand ten toes behind her Is it my fault I got good vaginer? Why the fuck is you humpin' 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 (okay) Lyin' on your dead mama 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 fuck her friend's man (And let your friend talk about your ex-friends baby on the internet) I know that (no, no) 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 Mmm, and also, I'd like to say to my supporters I love you, may God bless you, you're amazing Mmm, 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