Gold Pots

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[Intro]

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

DJ [?]

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]

Ayo, the burning aloe blow white

Yang yipping on but whipping up the whole night

Bape shark heads in the saline (Skrr)

Weighing coke, dope, and molly on the same beam

Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, they twirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, twirling (Look, gold pots)

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]

Twenty bands in the Kith sweats

Ran through eight birds, gotta pick left

Stash box in the Mase' where I hid TECs

I shot Christopher on big steps (Yeah)

Seven cubans on him, my Griselda shit

Pop the truck on the rental, you could smell the fish

If you a fuck nigga, you can't tell me shit

A hundred bags of sour, I just mailеd the shit

Money calling, I can't refusе it, nigga (Ah)

Whack your mama for that sack, don't make me lose it, nigga

I get my hands on it, I'ma move it, nigga

Build an empire off of cookie, I'm like Lucius, nigga (Hahahaha)

I could show you what this hammer for

Put you niggas on channel four (Brr)

Remember sleeping on my Nana floor (Ah)

Now I'm gettin' forty for a yam or raw (Cap, haha)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, the burning aloe blow white (Blow white)

Yang yipping on but whipping up the whole night (Whip)

Bape shark heads in the saline (Skrr)

Weighing coke, dope, and molly on the same beam

Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, they twirling (Gold pots)

Mayo jars twirling, twirling (Gold pots)