Gourmet! lyrics

[Intro]
Osu virgins, b*tch

[Chorus: DJ Mesothelioma]
I’m like, f*ck this sh*t
Get a bad b*tch on my di*k
Make that pus*y dead, then I go and f*ck on her best friend
I might pull a b*tch
Break her back while I get lit
If she pop a tit, then it’s gourmet pus*y on my dish

[Verse 1: Brett Reef]
I be spitting on your b*tches like I am a f*cking llama
And you trying to start this beef, like come on bro, I don’t want drama
If she callin’ me a lord, yelling to me "What’s up Rama?"
And I’m correcting that grammar, like little b*tch keeping the commas, ay
She got cake, but her face looking all mixed up
Now she hate, like a lever, she done switched up
Hold up, wait, now she’s asking to bе fist up
Now I’m late, but my face still getting kissеd up

[Verse 2: Pinecone]
I’m counting all these racks, like I'm Matt on the Track bro
Buy white powder but it’s only salt not crack though
Booty looking so fat just like it’s a Big Mac, hoe
I’m like Donald Duck, so you know I go quack, yo
Making money, you ain’t funny
Got some chocolate, Easter Bunny
Eat one, hungry, getting chubby
Growing girl fat bigger tummy
Want some pus*y, I can’t have it
Don’t like 'rona, I might catch it
Dip my fries in ketchup packets
Whipping hoes with tennis rackets
[Verse 3: Kinori]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up, hold up, OVG’s about to show up
Stick my di*k inside a donut, all my homies saying hold up, oh
Crack around me, that sh*t hits differently
The OVG’s, Meso and Jack together it’s the holy trinity
Kill this motherf*ckin’ beat, it need a sensuit
Call my homie Korin put that sh*t up in the menu
Feelin like Yatra, 'cause I kinda like men too
Pull up to my homie, b*tch, I’m boutta undress you

[Chorus: DJ Mesothelioma]
I’m like, f*ck this sh*t, get a bad b*tch on my di*k
Make that pus*y dead, then I go and f*ck on her best friend
I might pull a b*tch, break her back while I get lit
If she pop a tit, then it’s gourmet pus*y on my dish

[Verse 4: Brett Reef]
Yuh, eat that b*tch like Kirby, so I’m calling her gourmet
I’m so bad at sex, that I made a cute b*tch go gay
Send a girl a snap and she responded saying “No way”
Turns out that she was a dude and her name was f*cking Jorge
f*cked a b*tch, then I hit you with my fist (Hit you with my fist)
I’m the kid, and my money’s counterfeit (Money’s counterfeit)
We get lit, then I’m finna take a sh*t (Finna take a sh*t)
Got no chips, after smash I’m gonna dip
[Chorus: DJ Mesothelioma]
I’m like, f*ck this sh*t, get a bad b*tch on my di*k
Make that pus*y dead, then I go and f*ck on her best friend
I might pull a b*tch, break her back while I get lit
If she pop a tit, then it’s gourmet pus*y on my dish