Gucci Gut

Hell yeah I got a Gucci gut, but you know I still do it up
Hell yeah I got a Gucci gut, girls rubbin on it for some good luck
You know that I’m eating good, but I think I’ve had too much
Super deluxe, its 23, homie I’m out to lunch
Eccentric Aquarius with a big belly
Mane I stay Gucci ain’t shit you can tell me
Cheffing and cooking I know the maneuver
With a big tummy I think I’m the buddha
Eating really good I got my weight up woadie coming back off the road now I’m
feeling a little bit heavier
Getting my grub on like a pro I’m chowing down and eating up everything on the
menu then some et cetera
I smoke on the greatest of cheeba
I am an emotional eater
I like to just chill and get blunted
I’m getting real round round the stomach
Cause I’m eating MCs on the regular it isnt really nothing, 23, they ain’t
hungry as me
All this talk of food got me feeling like I’m in the mood motherfucker so bon
appetit
Sitting at the dinner table with a danty little napkin tucked into my collar
and the food is too hot
Food of the Gods, no tablecloth, we even got food for the thots
Stay hungry 23 stomach is rumbling trying to eat lobster and come up in luxury
none of these MCs could ever be fucking with me
Tummy is bigger than Winnie the Pooh
Musta been from drinkin up all this brew
Its 23 homie yo what it do
Its the big homie and I’m coming through
I dont give a fuck make way when I walk down the street
And I’m at the buffet cause its all you can eat
Bow to my feet while I smoke up a spliff
Cause I got a Gucci Gut, compliments to the chef