Lyrics

Yo, Nicki, I heard a rumor, it’s wild, kinda sweet,
You tough in the booth but you got ticklish feet,
Flexin’ on the ‘gram like you bad, you elite,
But one lil’ brush, and you gigglin' in defeat.

Talkin’ all that smack, actin’ like you hard,
But when your toes twitch, girl, you drop your guard,
Pedicure fresh, yeah, them nails on fleek,
But what’s that? You foldin' when they tickle your feet?

You the queen? Nah, you the queen of them squeals,
Laughin’ uncontrollably, yeah, that’s how it feels,
You spittin' bars, but I’m spittin' the truth,
Feet too soft, can’t even step in the booth.

You think you tough, but you hittin' that wall,
Tryna flex on me, but you can’t take a fall,
So next time you brag 'bout all your street heat,
Remember how quick you fold from a tickle on your feet.