Lil Wayne – Gotti (feat. The Lox) Lyrics

Gotti

Lil Wayne (feat. The Lox)

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"Gotti." - Lil Wayne (feat. The Lox)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:33 pm

Album: Gotti (feat. The Lox) - Single

Track No: 01

Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Two thirds of the world's most loyalest
(I'ma shoot 'em) I'ma pay the bail, I'm sure of this
(I'ma kill 'em, I'ma get the witness)
Teach 'em more of this
(We never sing, not even on a song) Where the chorus is?
(Dig the hole, get the wood box) Bring the florist in
(Tell the pastor, tell the family) We was just warning 'em
(.38's, .45's) All type of Tauruses
(About to hit the bong) Pour the holy water in
(Celebrating) For participating (In the slaughtering)
Eatin' steaks at the same spot they kill Paulie in
(Frank White's three in the quarter, taping your daughter in)
Columbia with the connect (Puttin' the order in)
(**** act, we gon' clap) Like we the audience
(Make sure you wipe down the strap) Get rid of all the prints
Do you homework on whoever you go to war against
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something, call baby
I need something, call baby
And the streets was calling me but a **** had a call waiting
And yeah, we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some **** stayed on point, some **** was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient
'Cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a third world, start rappin' in the fourth grade
Start trappin' in the sixth grade
Went platinum in tenth grade
Dropped out, a **** gettin' paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch
But Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up and **** didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup
But this when **** had pimp cups and new wrappers got hemmed up
And all them **** that bitin' got they fins cut
I know real **** gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
Yeah, I know real **** gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around till yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
Yeah, yeah
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
Uh, but this when **** had pimp cups
And dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We clean our fingerprints up
We'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when **** called Diddy Puff lettin' Biggie bump
While sittin' up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta **** got pinched
And the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape
Call 'em bitches Red Robins
Pops had kilos, I needed one ki, I woulda made copies
Free my **** down and rest in peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got myself a brand new triple Beam, just to weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper
Some **** were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know **** that wear wires but I know **** that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead men can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look, you put a knot at the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs 'cause last time we just took 'em
I'd rather be blind before I be the **** that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a **** layin' behind them bushes
I know real **** gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
Yeah, I know real **** gon' fuck with this
Real **** gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around till yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Andrew Jones & Maurice Jordan.

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