GØURMET Lyrics – Tezzus, diamond, Che

Read the complete GØURMET Lyrics by Tezzus, diamond* and Che from the album Slime Language 3 along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tezzus’s music, you can also explore New Generation Freestyle and Hood Of Atlanta Freestyle, two other songs by Tezzus.

[Intro: Tezzus]
Ah, this new world order, b!tch (Øway)
Crossover, start tweaking
Yeah-ah

[Verse 1: Tezzus & diamond*]
My life a scary story, I’ma need a campfire, yeah
She suck my d!ck when she was bleeding, this ho a vampire (Yeah, yeah)
That boy a snitch, yeah, don’t wanna see him, he be wearing wires
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah
We kill that pu*sy boy informing, yeah (We kill, we kill, we kill, we kill)
I ate that pu*sy, it was gourmet
I ate that pu*sy in the morning (Bling, bling), I took a shower
I put that pistol in my garments then I brush my teeth (Slatt)
I put that b!tch right in a foreign and she mess with me
I pop G6, we making porn, we on ecstasy
I pop out three b!tchеs, flew to New York, they on kеtamine
I pop Percs, I’m sipping and them bars, I’m on everything
I put that d!ck inside her tummy, ah
She— she— she drank my spit, she said it’s yummy, yeah
You— you sent that b!tch, that ho was nothing, yeah
I just fu*ked your b!tch, I kept my shoes on (Slatt)

[Chorus: diamond*]
She get drunk and start tweaking, all I hear is blasé blasé (Start tweaking)
Pull up, red Ferrari, yeah, I don’t do no Maserati
B!tch, I am a P, yeah, she thought I played for the Padres
Trap look like a dojo (Woah, woah), cutting bricks up like karate (Woo-woo, woo)
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They telling me that the truth hurt, but I think that these n!ggas is crybabies
My— my— my shooter really don’t speak much, I tell him blitz in sign language

[Verse 2: diamond*]
I got a AR, it’s dead stock, yeah
I fu*k her, she pull on my dread locs
I cut that b!tch off ’cause I’m fed up (Ye-yeah)
I’m— I’m— I’m pouring up Qua’ in a Red Rock

In the Maybach, it’s just me and lil’ ShawtyRokk, yeah
He a opp then we pouring some redrum
I— I told ’em before, I’m a boss, b!tch (Woo)
I fu*ked a bad b!tch on my desktop (Let’s get it)
I fu*ked her first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I’m ready for Met Gala

[Verse 3: Che, diamond* & Tezzus]
Whole lotta bandanas and vendettas (Woo-woo)
And my family members in bandanas, yeah
They chop off your head on the damn camera (What?)
We done run out of Xan’, it’s a Xandemic (Sweep)
We done run out of Xan’, it’s a Xandemic, yeah
I was just beating the pots with my hand in it
I’m off that crack and the loud, it’s so damn organic, yeah
Can make a song when I pop Peter Pan with you
She got no father, so I’ll be her damn daddy, yeah
Cash out the AP, went plain on the damn Patek
I’m sipping lean like I’m a codeine fanatic (Woo)
She making love to my nutsack (Wah)
Tuck a P80 Glock in my Goyard bag (Wah, wah)
Cut them snakes out the grass with that weedwhacker (Pssh)
Cut them snakes out the grass with that weedwhacker (Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
Scary story, I live like a vampire (Scary story)
I got tats on my chest, on my damn side (Ooh)
My b!tch bougie, got ass and some damn thighs, yeah
She don’t work for no grub, but she d!ck suck (Skrrt)
Pu*sy gourmet, I’m deep in her insides (Slatt, woo)
100K, that’s what under my chin, now
I whip a McLaren like a Range Rove’ (Range Rove’, Range Rove’)
I was smoking exotic with my kinfolk

[Chorus: diamond*]
She get drunk and start tweaking, all I hear is blasé blasé (Start tweaking)
Pull up, red Ferrari, yeah, I don’t do no Maserati
B!tch, I am a P, yeah, she thought I played for the Padres
Trap look like a dojo (Woah, woah), cutting bricks up like karate
I fell asleep in the bando, woke up in Abu Dhabi
They telling me that the truth hurt, but I think that these n!ggas is crybabies
My— my— my shooter really don’t speak much, I tell him blitz in sign language

[Outro: Tezzus, diamond* & Che]
(Yeah)
My life a scary story, I’ma need a campfire, yeah
She suck my d!ck when she was bleeding, this ho a vampire (Woo, yeah)
That boy a snitch, yeah, don’t wanna see him, he be wearing wires, yeah
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah (Woah, skrrt)
We kill that pu*sy boy for me, yeah (We kill, we kill, we kill, we kill)