Fork in the Pot lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr, ayo, ayo

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him Tootsie Roll (Boom)
Walk up in your hood like, "f*ck y'all"
They ain't see my lil n*gga ducked off (Brrt)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
Lil homie in the cut, got it on him
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
I ain't playing with you n*ggas

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, look, lil G wanna spazz
Ready to lift a n*gga off his feet for a bag
He need that dub, n*gga, he doing bad (Ha)
So I bet he do you bad (Bad)
I creep through heats in the dash, I keep two stashed
f*ck the police too, I was speeding through the Ave (Vroom)
Take 'em on a high-speed chase, I'ma breeze through and laugh
'Cause the pigs hit a tree when they crashed, woah (Hahaha)
I'm recruiting savages
Catch a body then they reuse the mag
Rap n*ggas hate me, R&B n*ggas mad
Uh, I'm in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (Ha)
Goons put the work in free if I ask
Make a G call, had three n*ggas stabbed
Shoot your block bare face, I don't need me a mask
f*ck it, they need to know that it was me if they ask
I'm talking white sheet in the bag
Take 'em to the morgue, n*ggas feet get a tag, boy (Woo)
Griselda, b*tch, we get the cash
VIP, ten b*tches got Clicq' in the glass (What up, baby?)
Two Cubans, both weigh a ki and a half, uh
I still know how to get a ki from a half (Huh)
To come to my hood, boy, you need you a pass
Or else n*ggas finna take everything you have
Like run it, n*ggas try me, I'm gunning
This sh*t ain't nothing new to me, n*gga, I done it
I'm the man in my city, lil n*gga, I run it
I ain't the best yet? Tell who is, "I'm coming"
Where the beef at? pus*y n*gga, I want it
n*ggas get sh*t bags, shot hit in that stomach
Balmain, both pockets full of blue hundreds
Grimiest of all time, Machine, b*tch, I'm drumming, motherf*cker
[Chorus: Westside Gunn & ScHoolboy Q]
Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him Tootsie Roll (Boom)
Walk up in your hood like, "f*ck y'all"
They ain't see my lil n*gga ducked off (Brrt)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
Billion, uh, yeah
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
Billion, uh yo

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
"Where the dope at?" I sold it all
Diamond chain full of Armor All
Drive McLaren down the Autobahn
n*gga, bet your girl wanna tag along
Dose of this and go to Babylon
Summertime in Cali' serve an avalanche
I'm a whale to a fish, n*gga, serve well to a brick, uh
Your aunties and uncles, they know me, n*gga
Slanging them patties, her buns full of cavi'
Guns in the attic, fiends got me in Palace
But it's hard to keep your balance when this K automatic
Getting caught up in the traffic, n*ggas die at the stop signs
I give you details, n*ggas looking for punchlines
Throw bananas like Romo
n*ggas serving grams like four-door
We shooting for the Head, no J-Lo
I'm going to jail, I'm keeping a C-note
I never sail out like a B, though
I'm in a stolen whip, no keys for the Regal
n*ggas squeeze in the bird
Your mind's for the worse, I Crip in the church
And if the cops don't find it, thank God for a purse, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him Tootsie Roll (Boom)
Walk up in your hood like, "f*ck y'all"
They ain't see my lil n*gga ducked off (Brrt)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion

[Outro]
Ha, Goldberg, you know son, haha
Now they act like we're born here (bilYeah, haha)
I can't lelieve the audacity that these guys have
Of gettin' grud of the New World Order time right now
I mean, you can make aon the challenges you want to boys
But, hey, we're )n ur gear ad we'll gonna do this when we feel ready<