Coke on the Mirror

Lyrics

[Intro] (Griselda, by Fashion Rebels) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine] Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier Nigga told on his people, he couldn't stand them years Black got thirty for a big eight Real stand-up nigga, spit in a pig's face Audi R8 with the top missin' Air Max, Scott Pippens, I was pot-whippin' Show park ticket next to gold pots Me, West, and Benny—we the old LOX Show me where the money at Shotgun pellets where your stomach at Left his brains on the countertop Ugh, flew to Cali for the sour crop Pigalle pullover reek of fishscale S.E. the gang, you know the clique well Shit fucked up, they got El Chapo Ugh, bricks of boy comin' from Morocco Mix the dope with the yola pack G ridin' through your hood with the loaded MAC KG9s with the red beam Lock you in the scope, shootin' from the mezzanine, huh We the hardest in New York State So much work made the Pyrex break (Huh) Bodies on the MAC 90 Bar Harbor where you might find me In the kitchen with the strap close Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose Giuseppe's with the gold bars, stars Gettin' bales off the fuckin' boat [Interlude: Sample] "When I start to countin', we're startin' right here. Make sure I'm all the way dead. I'm going to come back and make you my bitch!" [Verse 2: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine] Handlin' pots, hand to hand, multi-colored tops Scram and a yacht, dismantle your block The Van Gogh, hang over cots Range Rover kickin' it with Lenox Rose herringbones and Benz drops Kingpins with ink pens Used to rock tans creased up with the wheat Timbs Any rap nigga can get it Rhyme superior, the plug had the coke on the mirror Sniffin' coke out of blue money On the corner gettin' Jew money O's flippin', prolific, Rose sippin' Rolls whippin', four-four to your forehead, lift it Flow sickest, so gifted Bitches blow kisses, ocho for those slippers (Ugh) The dope pictures, the four-four toast grippers Pull up with a shooter, "There go the nigga, now don't miss him" (Lock and load, nigga) Young boy, all he wanna do is shoot (Cap) Hidin' bodies in abandos like Chris and Snoop (Hahahaha!) Forty to your face, get your nose wiped (Wiped) S.E. the gang, nigga, that's for life, yeah (Gang) [Outro: Conway the Machine] Legit S.E. Gang for motherfuckin' life S.E. the mothafuckin' gang, nigga