Gold Pots Westside Gunn (Ft. Conway the Machine & Mach-Hommy)

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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)