"Gourmet" lyrics
Tezzus, Che & diamond* Lyrics
Yeah, you know what it is, bitch (ØWAY)
Crossed-O's start tweakin' (Took it, ayy, yeah)
Yeah-uh
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She suck my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah, uh (Wow, skrrt)
W-we kill that pussy boy informant, uh
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet (Woah-woah, bling-bling)
I ate that pussy in the mornin', I took a shower
I put a pistol in my garments then I brush my teeth
I put my bitch right in a foreign if she mess with me
I pop G6, we makin' porn, we on ecstasy
I pop out three bitches from New York, they on Ketamine
I pop Percs, don't sip it, and on bars, I'm on everything
I put that dick inside her tummy, ah
Sh-sh-she drank my spit, she say it's yummy, ah
Yo-you save that bitch, that ho ain't nothin', ah
I just fucked your bitch, I kept my shoes on (ØWAY, slatt)
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is Blasé blasé (Start tweakin')
Pull up red Ferrari, I don't do no Maserati (Yeah)
Bitch, I am a P, she thought I play for the Padres (Yeah, woah, woah)
Trap lit like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They tellin' me that the truth hurt, but I think these niggas is crybabies
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much
I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah)
I got a AR, it's deadstock (Yeah)
I fuck her, she pullin' my dreadlocks
I cut the bitch off 'cause I'm fed up (Ye- yeah)
I-I-I'm pourin' up Qua' in the red rock
In the Maybach, just me and lil' ShawtyRokk (Yeah)
He a opp? Then we pourin' some redrum
I-I-I told 'em before, I'm a boss bitch (Woo)
I fuck a bad bitch on my desktop (Let's get it)
I fuck the first the first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I'm ready for Met Gala
Whole lot of bandanas and vendettas (Okay)
And my family members in bandanas (Geek, geek)
They chop off your head on the damn camera (Bleh)
We don't wear out the Xan, it's a Xan-demic
We don't wear out the Xan, it's a Xan-demic
I was just beatin' the pots with my hand in it
I'm off that Quagen a lot, it's no damn gimmick
Baking soda on that pot, you a pan with you
She got no father so I'll be her damn daddy
Crushed out the AP, went plain on the damn Patek
I'm sippin' lean like I'm a Codeine fanatic (Woo)
Like, she makin' love to my nutsack (Yeah, yeah)
Took a pill and it in my Goyard bag
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker
Scary story, I live like a vampire (Scary story)
I got tat's on my chest, on my damn side (Oh)
My bitch bougie, got ass and some damn thighs (Yeah)
It don't work from the cup but she damn tired
Pussy gourmet, I'm deep in her insides (Slatt)
And these carats, they stuck on my chin, now
I would whip a McLaren like a Range Rover
I was runnin' tight-end with my kinfolk
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is Blasé blasé (Start tweakin')
Pull up red Ferrari, I don't do no Maserati (Yeah)
Bitch, I am a P, she thought I play for the Padres (Yeah, woah, woah)
Trap lit like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They tellin' me that the truth hurt, but I think these niggas is crybabies
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much
I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah)
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She suck my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah, uh (Wow, skrrt)
W-we kill that pussy boy informant, uh
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet
Crossed-O's start tweakin' (Took it, ayy, yeah)
Yeah-uh
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She suck my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah, uh (Wow, skrrt)
W-we kill that pussy boy informant, uh
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet (Woah-woah, bling-bling)
I ate that pussy in the mornin', I took a shower
I put a pistol in my garments then I brush my teeth
I put my bitch right in a foreign if she mess with me
I pop G6, we makin' porn, we on ecstasy
I pop out three bitches from New York, they on Ketamine
I pop Percs, don't sip it, and on bars, I'm on everything
I put that dick inside her tummy, ah
Sh-sh-she drank my spit, she say it's yummy, ah
Yo-you save that bitch, that ho ain't nothin', ah
I just fucked your bitch, I kept my shoes on (ØWAY, slatt)
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is Blasé blasé (Start tweakin')
Pull up red Ferrari, I don't do no Maserati (Yeah)
Bitch, I am a P, she thought I play for the Padres (Yeah, woah, woah)
Trap lit like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They tellin' me that the truth hurt, but I think these niggas is crybabies
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much
I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah)
I got a AR, it's deadstock (Yeah)
I fuck her, she pullin' my dreadlocks
I cut the bitch off 'cause I'm fed up (Ye- yeah)
I-I-I'm pourin' up Qua' in the red rock
In the Maybach, just me and lil' ShawtyRokk (Yeah)
He a opp? Then we pourin' some redrum
I-I-I told 'em before, I'm a boss bitch (Woo)
I fuck a bad bitch on my desktop (Let's get it)
I fuck the first the first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I'm ready for Met Gala
Whole lot of bandanas and vendettas (Okay)
And my family members in bandanas (Geek, geek)
They chop off your head on the damn camera (Bleh)
We don't wear out the Xan, it's a Xan-demic
We don't wear out the Xan, it's a Xan-demic
I was just beatin' the pots with my hand in it
I'm off that Quagen a lot, it's no damn gimmick
Baking soda on that pot, you a pan with you
She got no father so I'll be her damn daddy
Crushed out the AP, went plain on the damn Patek
I'm sippin' lean like I'm a Codeine fanatic (Woo)
Like, she makin' love to my nutsack (Yeah, yeah)
Took a pill and it in my Goyard bag
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker
Scary story, I live like a vampire (Scary story)
I got tat's on my chest, on my damn side (Oh)
My bitch bougie, got ass and some damn thighs (Yeah)
It don't work from the cup but she damn tired
Pussy gourmet, I'm deep in her insides (Slatt)
And these carats, they stuck on my chin, now
I would whip a McLaren like a Range Rover
I was runnin' tight-end with my kinfolk
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is Blasé blasé (Start tweakin')
Pull up red Ferrari, I don't do no Maserati (Yeah)
Bitch, I am a P, she thought I play for the Padres (Yeah, woah, woah)
Trap lit like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They tellin' me that the truth hurt, but I think these niggas is crybabies
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much
I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah)
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She suck my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah, uh (Wow, skrrt)
W-we kill that pussy boy informant, uh
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet
