Gudda Tarantino
Gudda Tarantino, I’m the Great Gambino
Life’s the real casino, I don’t play no Keno
I drop acid like amino, then go ball with Chino
Mama, she know, I’m the one
Baby, I’m el niño
Gudda Tarantino, act like Gudda Valentino
Pop that Maraschino, baby, help me flare my ego
Jay Pacino, cut ‘em off like I’ve been planning keto
Mama, she know, I’m the one
Baby, I’m el primo
I don’t correlate with suckas, I’m a motha fucka
I ain’t cookin’ nothin’, I might have a pussy supper
Don’t go savin’ backstabbers, let that pussy suffer
I’ll talk about it in my session, then go book another
They pillow talk about the kid, they’re really under covers
That ain’t no blunder, I’m not dumb, you got my fuckin’ number
They’re not loadin’ nothin’, I’ll just let the clicker buffer
Make lippy bitches pucker
Bitch, you won’t find no other
Gudda Tarantino, I’m the Great Gambino
Life’s the real casino, I don’t play no Keno
I roll Backwoods like burritos, then go ball with Chino
Mama, she know, I’m the one
Baby, I’m el niño
Gudda Tarantino, act like Gudda Valentino
Pop that Maraschino, baby, help me flare my ego
Jay Marino, pass ‘em off and leave ‘em jalapeño
Mama, she know, I’m the one
Baby, I’m el primo
Facts
And all my threads is red and black, like it’s roulette
I fucked this local singer, but I tried to pull the duet
In the kitchen with the pipe, Scarlet, do you get the clue, yeah?
But now she text me phone to say that she’s been going through it
I’ve been double-timing way before I wore my two-x
I felt like Hoodie Melo, even when I wore my crewneck
And all I see is red, pussy, you just want the blue check
Dancin’ with the devil, he might teach me how to two-step
Levels to this shit, you still think we in the duplex
Said that I’d be back, but now I’m back to hit the suplex
They’re not saying shit in front of me, it’s in the group text
I don’t need to tell ‘em they should say less, they do less
(Let me hear that)
