Tezzus, Che & Diamond Gourmet Lyrics

[Intro: Tezzus & diamond*]
Yeah, this new world order, bitch (ØWAY)
Crossed-O's, start tweakin' (Tweakin', ayy, yeah)
Yeah-uh

[Refrain: Tezzus & diamond*]
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 p*ssy boy informant, uh
I ate that p*ssy, it was gourmet (Woah-woah, bling-bling)

[Verse 1: Tezzus & diamond*]
I ate that p*ssy in the mornin', then I took a shower
I put a pistol in my garments, then I brush my teeth (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, 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 f*cked your bitch, I kept my shoes on (ØWAY, slatt)

[Chorus: diamond*]
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 lit 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
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much, I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah)

[Verse 2: diamond*]
I got a AR, it's deadstock (Yeah)
I f*ck her, she pullin' my dreadlocks
I cut the bitch off 'cause I'm fed up (Y-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 told 'em before, I'm a boss bitch (Woo)
I f*ck a bad bitch on my desktop (Let's get it)
I f*cked the first day that I met her (Slatt)
Too much swag, I'm ready for Met Gala

[Verse 3: Che & diamond*] Whole lot of bandanas and vendettas (Woo)
And my family members in bandanas (Geek, geek)
They chop off your head on the damn camera (Blatt)
We done ran out of Xan, it's a Xan-demic (Shoo)
We done ran out of Xan, it's a Xan-demic (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)
Baking soda on that pot, you 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
I'm sippin' lean like I'm a codeine fanatic (Skrrt)
Like, she makin' love to my nutsack (Yeah, yeah)
Tuck a P80 Glock in my Goyard bag (What?)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker (Brrt)
Cut them snakes out that grass with that weed-whacker (Pew, pew, pew)
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)
She don't work for no grub, but she dick suck (Skrrt)
p*ssy gourmet, I'm deep in her insides (Slatt, woo)
100K, that's what under my chin now
I would whip a McLaren like a Range Rove' (Range Rove', Range Rove')
I was runnin' tight-end with my kinfolk

[Chorus: diamond* & Tezzus]
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 lit 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
M-m-my shooter really don't speak much, I sent a blitz through sign language (Yeah, cross the O)

[Refrain: Tezzus & diamond*]
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 (Yeah)
We kill that boy just for that money, yeah, uh (Wow, skrrt)
We kill that p*ssy boy informant, uh
I ate that p*ssy, it was—