Rap beef been boring All these years Till Nicki opened doors For rap beef this year Weak horse thought She did something With the 'Hiss' record Respect if you can be direct 'Big Foot' record BFFR, you only got that #1 Cause of the Queen You ain't mother You really her son Now I know why your pussy Really depressed Don't be mad when Slim shading your ass You pressed Uh they not like us KDot over Drake is what's up I'm an underground goat queer I'ma top one day I'ma pop, I'ma stop your ass today I'ma bop on a bop Not on my idol's opp's flops No to an idle album every year More faces than an album, lil dear Clap clap clap, I'ma snap On every beat, I'ma get my bag They ain't ready for a homo that raps They ain't ready for that They ain't ready for a bitch That'll make you gag They ain't ready for what? They ain't ready for stats They ain't ready for me To be clapping my ass They ain't ready for me To be cracking my back For carrying the game of what? Oh rap! You just hate the fact The a Queen bodied Every rap bitch That's that So I listen To that but you listen to wack You embody what you listen to Bitch, you on crack You be rolling on the floor You ain't no jackpot You ain't no lottery ticket You scratch off No cardio If you don't also run some pops You don't write, you recite Call Pardi to do your bops uh Now it's time for me to prove So I guess that means I gotta be the one I gotta beat this I ain't close to being done Even when I don't shoot a ball I won Like the queen I'm sonning you bitches One on one You afraid to be real with me Coz one lie, know I'm gonna clock that tea One said he can't blame me Cause this is my story To tell thee uh 1234 oh you better Knock knock on that door I open the door for you whores I walk so you could run I got a gun You better duck them shots If it don't apply And if it hit you bad Go and ask me why And if it cut you deep Pressure is what to apply Beef made me wet While it made you dry uh Clap clap clap, I'm snatch Them weave off your head You better leave If you can't handle this tea It's killing spree It's hunting down bitches Bark off your fleas It's popping Your face rocky You rocking My face smooth You ain't relating Head over heels' What you're feeling Your nose bleeding You don't understand me You don't got the skills To be just like me Mad a queer bitch Can outtwerk your girlie Mine's jiggly It's protruding I don't gotta work it out It's what God gave me, bitch You ain't the shit Took a damn hit 'fore I hit you with my dick So I hit you with a diss Mad when I look down On you and piss Sad cause you used To look up to me and wish