Gold Pots

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [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)