WAVVE GAWD - Gucci Gut lyrics

Gucci Gut Gucci Gut, you know I got a 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 sh** 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 motherf**er 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 f**ing 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 f** 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