"Gourmet" lyrics
Tezzus, Che & diamond* Lyrics
Yeah, this new world order, bitch (Øway)
Crossed O's, start tweakin', yeah (Tweakin')
Yeah-yeah
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She sucked my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires (Yeah, yeah)
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah (Woo, skrrt)
We-we kill that pussy boy, informant, ah
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet
I ate that pussy in the mornin', then I took a shower (Yeah, yeah)
I put that pistol in my garments, then I brush my teeth (Slatt, slatt)
I put that 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, I'm sippin' and on bars, I'm on everything
I put that dick inside her tummy, yeah
She-she-she drank my spit, she say it's yummy, yeah
You-you save that bitch, that ho ain't nothin', yeah
I just fucked your bitch, I kept my shoes on (Ø— Øway, slatt)
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is, "Blasé, blasé" (Yeah)
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 look like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate (Woo)
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
My-my-my shooter really don't speak much, I send a blitz through sign language
I got a AR, it's deadstock (Yeah)
I fuck her, she pullin' my dreadlocks (Yeah, yeah)
I cut the bitch off 'cause I'm fed up (Yeah, yeah)
I-I-I'm pourin' up Qua' in the Red Rock
In the Maybach, just me and lil' ShawtyRokk (Yeah, yeah)
He a opp, then we pourin' some redrum
I-I told 'em before, I'm a boss bitch (Woo)
I fuck a bad bitch on my desktop (Let's get it)
I fucked the first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I'm ready for Met Gala
Whole lot of bandanas and vendettas (Woo)
And my family members in bandanas (Bleh, bleh)
They chop off your head on the damn camera (Blah)
We done run out the Xan', it's a Xandemic (Shee)
We done run out the Xan', it's a Xandemic (Yeah)
I was just beatin' the pots with my hand in it
I'm off that Quagen a lot, it's no damn gimmick (Yeah)
Bakin' soda on that pot, beat a pan with you
She got no father, so I'll be her damn daddy (Yeah)
Crushed out the AP, went plain on the damn Patek (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm sippin' lean like I'm a codeine fanatic (Woo)
Like, she makin' love to my nutsack (Woo, yeah)
Tuck a P80 Glock in my Goyard bag (Woah, woah, woah)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed whacker (Brr)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed whacker
Scary story, I live like a vampire (Scary story)
I got tats on my chest, on my damn side (Ooh)
My bitch bougie, got ass and some damn thighs (Yeah)
She don't work for no club, but she dancin' (Skrrt)
Pussy gourmet, I'm deep in her inside (Slatt, woo)
100K, that's under my chin now
I would whip McLaren like a Benzo (Benzo, Benzo)
I was really tied in with my kinfolk
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is, "Blasé, blasé" (Yeah)
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 look 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
My-my-my shooter really don't speak much, I send a blitz through sign language (Yeah, crossed O)
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She sucked my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Woo, woo, yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires (Yeah, yeah)
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah (Woo, skrrt)
We kill that pussy boy, informant, ah
I ate that pussy, it was—
Crossed O's, start tweakin', yeah (Tweakin')
Yeah-yeah
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She sucked my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires (Yeah, yeah)
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah (Woo, skrrt)
We-we kill that pussy boy, informant, ah
I ate that pussy, it was gourmet
I ate that pussy in the mornin', then I took a shower (Yeah, yeah)
I put that pistol in my garments, then I brush my teeth (Slatt, slatt)
I put that 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, I'm sippin' and on bars, I'm on everything
I put that dick inside her tummy, yeah
She-she-she drank my spit, she say it's yummy, yeah
You-you save that bitch, that ho ain't nothin', yeah
I just fucked your bitch, I kept my shoes on (Ø— Øway, slatt)
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is, "Blasé, blasé" (Yeah)
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 look like a dojo, cuttin' bricks up like karate (Woo)
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
My-my-my shooter really don't speak much, I send a blitz through sign language
I got a AR, it's deadstock (Yeah)
I fuck her, she pullin' my dreadlocks (Yeah, yeah)
I cut the bitch off 'cause I'm fed up (Yeah, yeah)
I-I-I'm pourin' up Qua' in the Red Rock
In the Maybach, just me and lil' ShawtyRokk (Yeah, yeah)
He a opp, then we pourin' some redrum
I-I told 'em before, I'm a boss bitch (Woo)
I fuck a bad bitch on my desktop (Let's get it)
I fucked the first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I'm ready for Met Gala
Whole lot of bandanas and vendettas (Woo)
And my family members in bandanas (Bleh, bleh)
They chop off your head on the damn camera (Blah)
We done run out the Xan', it's a Xandemic (Shee)
We done run out the Xan', it's a Xandemic (Yeah)
I was just beatin' the pots with my hand in it
I'm off that Quagen a lot, it's no damn gimmick (Yeah)
Bakin' soda on that pot, beat a pan with you
She got no father, so I'll be her damn daddy (Yeah)
Crushed out the AP, went plain on the damn Patek (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm sippin' lean like I'm a codeine fanatic (Woo)
Like, she makin' love to my nutsack (Woo, yeah)
Tuck a P80 Glock in my Goyard bag (Woah, woah, woah)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed whacker (Brr)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed whacker
Scary story, I live like a vampire (Scary story)
I got tats on my chest, on my damn side (Ooh)
My bitch bougie, got ass and some damn thighs (Yeah)
She don't work for no club, but she dancin' (Skrrt)
Pussy gourmet, I'm deep in her inside (Slatt, woo)
100K, that's under my chin now
I would whip McLaren like a Benzo (Benzo, Benzo)
I was really tied in with my kinfolk
She get drunk and start tweakin', all I hear is, "Blasé, blasé" (Yeah)
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 look 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
My-my-my shooter really don't speak much, I send a blitz through sign language (Yeah, crossed O)
My life a scary story, I'ma need a campfire (Yeah)
She sucked my dick when she was bleedin', this ho a vampire (Woo, woo, yeah)
That boy a snitch, don't wanna see him, he be wearin' wires (Yeah, yeah)
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah (Woo, skrrt)
We kill that pussy boy, informant, ah
I ate that pussy, it was—
