Текст песни Unguardable - John Gotti

Right at they neck niggas know I′m a problem
Fly as bitch why would I need a stylish
Internet gangsters these niggas be whiling
Kermit the frog I'm sipping & smiling
None of my business
I be on some other shit
Motivate people & tryn get my brothers rich
Why they be salty they act like potato chips
She sucked me up had to leave it right on her lip
I′m in a coupe having dreams about rafs
I wanna feel like I'm driving in space
Not working at kohl's fuck minimum wage
I just turnt 9 they threw pops in a cage
It was only a year but it turnt up my rage
I never turnt down so my tape bout to blaze
This ain′t bout the app but I′m stuck in my waze
Think you taking from me but that's not the case
Said I couldn′t make it that wasn't fair
Made it anyway I never cared
Hella flyer miles stay in the air
Move like farrakhan
Shooters in pairs
Nigga moving state to state
My numbers doing great
Got houses by a lake
Remember stealing crates
& Running outta vacs
We went to hot skates but mainly shake & bake uh
Yeah she know my name try throw that pussy at me
I′m not old enough cant be your sugar daddy
Late night text told me that I'm the daddy
Baby girl you silly I′m not that babies papi
This the type shit they do
Just ride in the coupe
Only want me cuz my money blue
Got a number that's new
Pass her round to the crew
I'm that guy but you already knew

For the record my diamonds real
Did this shit & without a deal
In the booth don′t know to chill
Plenty nights went without a meal
We ain′t eating no steak
No apples or grapes
Coming home ain't no food on the plate
Momma gotta work late
I ain′t got much to say
Had to man up & make me way
I'm too real cant complain
The fake winning now but the real gon remain
Bitch hella basic she giving me lays
Stay the fuck out the trap niggas snitch on the gang
Streets ain′t the same these niggas be lame
9 out 10 niggas don't know the game
They learned from a rat master splinter the name
Mom & dad really there so they don′t know the pain
They locking us up
Fuck it
Tears in a bucket
My girl bad as shit latoya luckett
I grind from the bottom I never was buzzing
I got to school stressing mamma was struggling
Fuck everybody they ain't give me nothing
Get out my face I ain't got time for fussing
Spin that bend twice & my niggas be bussing
We don′t do tussling end of discussion
So many dead or got change on they head
Jump off that porch nigga you can′t be scared
I gotta shooter wit tatts on his head
He shooting trump if I pay him that bread
Uh bitch
I'm really different
Humble as shit but my pockets the thickest
My girl the realest & I′m really winning
Can't see in my cars cuz they really tinted