BOOTA BELLY — 8BIGMATT

“Breathe in… breathe out… Boota-belly back again.”

[Verse 1]
Boota-belly sittin’ in his stream-seat throne,
Double gut hangin’ off the gut — full grown.
Fudge cookies in the left hand, soda pop fizz,
Milk in a silly straw, twistin’ like his biz.
He say he enlightened — nah, just enlarged,
Call it “reincarnation,” every meal recharged.
Bursting, bursting, seams cry mercy,
Bursting, burstin' 6A screen look blurry.

Boota-belly, boota-belly, gut hang low.
Camera framed wide just to fit that show.
Boota-belly, boota-belly, where's your crew,
I drank your milkshake, now the chat gone too.

[Verse 2]
Daddy said, “Believe, son — drugs make souls connect,”
but Ninner got too high and chose sugar not sex.
Bonded his spirit to them fudge-stained crumbs,
Now he preach enlightenment with frosting on his thumbs.
Bursting, bursting, mic clip heavy,
Voice like thunder, chair like Chevy.
Milk mustache, grin so holy,
Silly straw twist like the path to glory.

“I’m transcending, chat… but first”

[Verse 3]
You talk ascension — I talk digestion,
You seek nirvana — I seek your concession. (Surrender, NNR)
I drank your shake, yeah, cleaned your cup,
While you burst through seams tryna keep up.
Fudge crumbs fall like confetti rain,
Boota-belly bounce got the chair in pain.
Bursting, bursting, that’s your mantra,
Livestream loop, same seethe, same stanza.

[Hook – chopped & screwed version]
Boota-belly, boota-belly (reborn, reborn),
Boota-belly, boota-belly (milkshake torn).
Boota-belly, boota-belly, burst that frame,
Every day go live — same weight, same name.