Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn, Mach-Hommy - Gold Pots lyrics

Griselda by Fashion Rebels dJ

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)

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
(Ha ha haha)
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)

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)