Conway the Machine - Coke On The Mirror

[Intro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway] Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier Nigga told on his people, he couldn't stand them years Black got 30 for a big 8 Real stand up nigga, spit in a pig's face Audi R8 with the top missin' Air Max, Scott Pippens, I was pot whippin' Show (?) next to gold pots Me, West and Benny, we the old LOX Show me where the money at? Shotgun pellets where ya stomach at Left his brains on the countertop Uhh, flew to Cali for the sour crop Bugali pullover reek of fishscale SE gang, you know the clique well Shit fuck up, they got El Chapo Uhh, bricks of boy comin' from Morocco Mix the dope with the yola pack Yeah, ridin' through ya hood with the loaded MAC KG9's with the red beam Lock you in the scope, shootin' from the mezzanine We the hardest in New York state So much work made the Pyrex break Ha, bodies on the MAC 90 Bal harbour where you might find me In the kitchen with the strap close Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose Giuseppe's with the gold bars, stars Gettin' bales off the fuckin boat [Interlude] When I start to count, we're going to start it right here Make sure I'm all the way dead I'm going to come back and kill my bitch [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Handlin' pots Hand to hand, multi-colored tops Scram and a yacht, dismantle ya block The Van Gogh hang over cots Range Rover kickin' it with Lenox Rose herringbones and Benz drops Kingpins with ink pens Used to rock tans creased up with the wheat Timbs Any rap nigga can get it Rhyme superior, the plug had the coke on the mirror Sniffin' coke out of blue money On the corner gettin' Jew money 0's flippin, prolific Rose sippin', Rolls whippin' .44 to your forehead, lift it [Verse 3: Conway] Flow sickest, so gifted Bitches blow kisses, ocho for those slippers The dope pictures The .44 toast grippers Pull up with a shooter, "there go the nigga, now don't miss him" (Lock and load) Young boy, all he wanna do is shoot Hidin' bodies in the van though like Chris and Snoop (hahaha) .40 to your face get ya nose wiped SE gang nigga, that's for life, yeah