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

Gold Pots

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)