Huge (FK NaZe) Lyrics

Aye, it's a Reidy, Reidy Boy, wanna hear the diss track? It's not even a diss track it's like Fucking thirty seconds long, twenty seconds long

Alright, homie made a diss track against me with a mic in one hand and a burger in the Other

Kinda goes umm a little bit hard but a little bit shit at the same time, it's like fucking 45 Seconds. It's shit

Yea, it was shit, you can say that again

Little stupid ass bitch wasting ink in my pen

Kidding you ain't little you HUGE!

Finna get dropped with that attitude

Say u wanna make it big, homie you're there

Hocus pocus eating healthy don't you dare

See yourself as villain, you're more like Grimace

Can't afford your billing when you've had 3 dinners

I should print out fake bills for this mv

Sorry that's your idea filled with envy

Who told you I was your enemy

It should be some bread with some sesame

You ain't no girls type neither one nor two

Homie I take it back I feel bad for you

Must be hard carrying all that weight

So damn big after all that you ate

I need a bad diss, call NaZe

Block my girlfriend, that's just sad hoe

You're tryna live in my shadow

But you can't fit another fat joke!

When i say "FK" u say "Reid"

"FK" (REID)

"FK" (REID)

Spell ICUP can't see yourself pee

Got the ice on my wrist, got the curry and the piss yea

Try to shoot my shot and you know I fucking missed it

There's a reason I cut your verse

This motherfucker keeps fries in his purse

Did you know that NaZe does shrooms?

Or were you too focused on his boobs

You're the biggest smallest channel on youtube

Your momma's so fat that she produced you

If Laroi heard your shit he'd be so done

"NaZe's my favourite," said no one

Think there's roses on your grave, don't know why

Nah homie, we just glad you died

Faking fifty thousand streams, know you won't achieve your dreams

Faking that you're sipping lean 'cause no one ever touched ur peen

Ain't tryna be rude, there's no talent here

Tryna get me sued? Oh I'm trembling in fear

'Cause bitch, you're scary and bitch, I'm weary

Gotta get this done, start your obituary

(Oooh)

How was that for no talent, bitch?