Gold Pots - CONWAY THE MACHINE, Westside Gunn, Mach-Hommy

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 8 birds, gotta pick left

Stash box in the mossy world, I hear TECs

I shot Christopher on big steps (Yeah)

7 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 begs of sour, I just maild the shit

Money calling, I can’t refus it, nigga (Ah)

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

I get my hands on it, I’mma 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 4 (Brr)

Remember sleeping on my Nana floor (Ah)

Now I’m getting 40 for a yam or rock (Cap, haha)

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 (Gold pots)