Keys - Nicki Minaj Diss (Itty Bitty Piggy) lyrics

[Intro: Keys] See, when you say sh** like You k**ed every rap b**h in the building A real lyrical b**h get mad and gotta go in on your dumb a** Like this, Okay [Verse: Keys] I was on the motherf**ing Youtube Had my little nephew, try'na find them Blues Clues Then I see something 'bout a new little rap b**h Told him "hold tight," I just had to click that sh**! Then I'm like "what? my sh** must got a virus! This is not a rap b**h, this is Miley Cyrus! Must be something wrong cause the speakers is playing sh** But she on the second verse and still not saying sh**" Then I'm like "Oh, my sh** acting right! It's just this b**h simply not rapping right!" See, I was laying low y'all, I was on my trap sh** Putting it off - I'll get back to the rap sh** I'mma let 'em simmer then hit 'em with the fire But I ain't know the need was this motherf**ing dire! I ain't know y'all was listening to them trickin' a** birds and sh** I ain't know they was making up words and sh**! Heh, but it's cool, we be loading up the black trucks We riding out, first stop gon' be that s*ut f** "Five Stars" b**h, Keys is a galaxy! The rap game hungry, tell 'em I'm the calories! I'm sneezing at these b**hes, fake chickens is an allergy I don't get gifts, n***as put me on a salary Now who's gon' pop off? Go hard, not soft! I used your last mixtape to wipe my niece's snot off! I am an infection, how you gon' stop it? All up in your blood stream, no antibiotic They like "Keys, drop it!" I'm like "no, pop sh**!" Swagger is galactic, I'mma need a rocket If b**hes gon' respond, then I think they shouldn't Leave their brains more gelatinous than banana pudding But see, I ain't gonna talk about it, cops gon' draw some chalk around it These birds ain't 'bout sh**, they just gon' squawk about it If you wanna try me, you know where to find me I be in my den, eating b**hes where the lions be I saw the Come Up, b**h, I never felt ya! You the Harajuku Barbie and I'm going to melt ya! She sound stupid - who the f** talks like that? You not hard, you'd get k**ed 'round these parts like that f** try'na get shine off your name I'm a motherf**ing bully, I ain't worried 'bout the fame I don't see another rap b**h around to pick on You say you're plastic - perfect sh** to sh** on I'm speaking for the hood, they say you're wack, I'm sorry I'm a grown-a** woman, what I need with a Barbie! When I did play with toys, it was nines and Glocks There was no Polly in my pocket, I was toting them rocks When the boys tried play, I was like "no, you dumb" I was chasing big sh**, they Money was too Young If you thinking 'bout popping, I will smash you, stop Your bars is inexistent like them gats you got And this sh** sound faker than that a** you got I'm Keys! What good is that getting latches locked? When you thought that you k**ed every b**h in the spot Keys was in the parking lot, loading the Glock When you came out the door, finished gluing your weave in Keys ran up on that a**, b**h, you ain't leaving! [Outro: Keys] Like, heh-heh I just single-handedly like Made more sense than she did in like ALL HER MIXTAPES! Hahahahahaha That's some sad sh**, that's some that's some sad sh** (x4) Hah-hah! It's Keys, b**hes!