Nicki Minaj & Megan Thee Stallion Diss: Big Foot & Hiss Lyrics Explained

The Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion feud has intensified with both rap icons launching diss tracks featuring lyrical sparring against each other. Megan Thee Stallion launched her official “Hiss” music video on January 27, 2024, which was followed by Nicki Minaj’s “Big Foot” album audio on January 29, 2024. Here are the two albums and their lyrics showing how the two rappers are trading blows via their music.

What are the Nicki Minaj ‘Big Foot’ lyrics?

The following lyrics of Nicki Minaj’s ‘Big Foot’ album disses Megan Thee Stallion.

(B*tch, you been doin’ it, been at it)
Your flow is such a bore
Drinkin’ a bottle of Henny through a straw
B*tch, you better stop that dialogue (28 sh*t)
‘Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

Sigh
How you f**k 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
Swearing on your dead mother when you lie
Ay, yo

This little begging wh*re
Talking ’bout Megan’s law
For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw
Shots thrown but I still ain’t let Megan score

Bad b*tch, she like six foot
I call her big foot
The b*tch fell off, I said “Get up on your good foot”
Uh, still ain’t 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
Um, why did you lie about your Lypo?
F**king your best friend man is crazy, you the type though

You was lying to the Queen then you went lying to the King
Gale, that 30-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 raising the bar
F**k you get shot with no scar?
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Sh*t’ll get dark like chocolate
I’m ’bout to get up in your a$$ b*tch clench
Mm, yeah, sort of like French
They got you all them Grammys but your flow still a no
What a Fiasco, Lupe
Future made you pay
Haha, she wanna Pardi with DaBaby while rubbing on Tory toupe

I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the f**k they poke the Monsta?
F**king with Nicki, this year, ho, I’m cumming like a porn star

She just mad that no n*gga ever loved her
No n*gga gon’ stand ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the f**k is you humping on a minor?

‘Cause she was lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma
Lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma, lying, lying, lying on your dead momma

Now, listen up, Big Foot
You know I got a lot of tea, I went easy on you (Glass fragment foot a$$, b*tch)
You, know, whenever I meet a woman that would f**k 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
Sh*t 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 p*ssy 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, brrr

What are the Megan Thee Stallion ‘Hiss’ lyrics?

The following lyrics of Megan Thee Stallion’s ‘Hiss’ album feature indirect jabs at Nicky Minaj and her husband, Kenny Petty.

I just wanna kick this sh*t off by sayin’: F**k y’all
I ain’t gotta clear my name on a motherf**kin’ thing
Every time I get mentioned
One of y’all b*tch-a$$ n*ggas get twenty-four hours of attention
I’m finna get this sh*t off my chest and lay it to rest
Let’s go (let’s go)

(And if the beat live) (B-B-Bankroll Got It) ayy

I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey)
Got these n*ggas so obsessed (damn)
My p*ssy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (yeah, yeah)
He can’t move on, can’t let it go (let it go)
He hooked, nose full of that Tina Snow
And since n*ggas need Megan help to make money, b*tch, come be my ho
All of you b*tches is weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin’ sh*t from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a b*tch that was dancin’, makin’ R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I’m sexy as f**k and I’m freaky (and I’m freaky)
Get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (yeah)
Why the f**k would I stay with a n*gga that’s weak in the sheets and don’t know how to please me?
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Say he f**ked Megan and now he the topic
These n*ggas thinkin’ they lowered the value
All this free promo, I’m turnin’ a profit
Hate when a n*gga be kissin’ and tellin’ (tellin’)
Say he a player, but he in his feelings (what?)
Bet I won’t give up the p*ssy again (no)
Sh*t, should’ve gave it to his friend (ayy)

These hoes don’t be mad at Megan, these hoes mad at Megan’s Law
I don’t really know what the problem is, but I guarantee y’all don’t want me to start
B*tch, you a p*ssy (you a p*ssy)
Never finna check me (yeah)
Every chance you get, bet your weak a$$ won’t address me (ho)
B*tches swear they G, but the G must stand for goofy (G must stand for goofy)
When the f**k did all the gangster n*ggas turn to groupies?
Everybody wanna kick it when you ain’t a threat (ain’t a threat)
These n*ggas don’t like me ’cause they know I’m on they neck

Y’all goofy-a$$ hoes look so dumb every time y’all celebrate fake news, hah
Usin’ my name for likes and views
I don’t give a f**k what y’all make trend, b*tch, I still win
(Hahaha)

N*gga, ain’t you hear? I ain’t scared of d*ck
Any man go against me, I handle sh*t (handle sh*t)
I’m the Teflon Don in the courtroom (yeah)
They be throwin’ that dirt, don’t sh*t stick (sh*t stick)
All these lil’ rap n*ggas so fraud (so fraud)
Xanax be they hardest bars (mmm)
These n*ggas hate on BBLs and be walkin’ ’round with the same scars

Real curvy, no edgin’, n*ggas fight to get in my section (my section)
Don’t speak on my body count if the d*ck ain’t worth comin’ back for seconds
Cosplay gangsters, fake-a$$ accents
Posted in another n*gga hood like a bad b*tch (where are you from?)
I’m a big dog, b*tch, can’t lil’ sis me (lil’ sis me)
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me (mmm)
Make one move, got ’em in a tizzy (in a tizzy)
Killin’ sh*t, that’s why they tryna rip me
Still goin’ hard with the odds against me (odds against me)
These n*ggas don’t have fans, they bots (no)
These b*tches don’t have a$$, they shots (yeah)
And they still tuned in if they fans or not

Allegations from the oppositions, b*tch n*ggas just eatin’ it up
These blogs get paid to lie, y’all talk sh*t and be broke as f**k (broke as f**k)
Bottom line is I’m still rich (yeah), do Megan bad and I’m still good (still good)
Bringin’ up who might’ve f**ked and the bottom line is they still would
I just wanna f**k my n*gga in peace, but all my old n*ggas still love me
N*ggas ain’t hit this p*ssy in years, damn, I knew my sh*t was heat
None of you n*ggas was wifey material
None of you n*ggas was worth all the drama
None of you n*ggas was hittin’ it raw and mad I’m not one of your baby mamas

Always got my a$$ out, always let my titties show
When I’m in the gym, I think ’bout b*tches that I’m sh*ttin’ on
I’m way too f**kin’ cocky to take him back if he been cheatin’
I can’t let none of you raggedy b*tches think that y’all my equal
Ever since I claimed the summer, all you b*tches want a season (all you b*tches want a season)
Ask a ho why she don’t like me, bet she can’t give you a reason
You know motherf**kin’ well these b*tches wanna sound like Tina
Don’t you ever grab a mic and think that me and you competin’, hmm

Ayy, bad b*tch and the walls ain’t bendin’
Post photo, name start trendin’
Why every time one of y’all Z-list hoes do an interview, I get mentioned? (Ayy, look)
I don’t give a f**k who think what
You n*ggas is typin’ for nothin’
On the internet typin’ this sh*t to me?
Write him a letter or somethin’

Say, b*tch-a$$ n*gga, don’t type me nothin’ else, don’t write me nothin’ else (get the f**k out the comments)
Download JPay since y’all n*ggas got so much to say
Or schedule a conjugal visit or somethin’, hahaha
D*ck ridin’-a$$ n*ggas (baow, baow, baow, baow)

Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion’s diss songs explained

Using their albums ‘Big Foot’ and ‘Hiss’, Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion continue their beef, directly aiming insults at each other.

While Megan Thee Stallion’s ‘Hiss’ doesn’t mention Nicki Minaj by name, fans were able to decipher who she meant to talk about. Using the lyrics “Megan’s law”, Stallion alluded to Nicki Minaj’s husband and his criminal history.

After Megan launched her The Breakfast Club album, Nicki Minaj lashed out on Instagram Live. She also shared several messages on X (Twitter), with some tagging Megan Thee Stallion. Following that, her album ‘Big Foot’ dropped and used Megan’s name multiple times. In it, Minaj takes direct jabs at her and her late mother repeatedly while using lyrics such as “Cause she was lying on your dead momma”.

The feud between the two rappers will likely continue as Nicki Minaj has already teased that she has four more songs that she could drop.

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