Lyrics of 'Fork In The Pot (feat. Conway The Machine, The Alchemist & ScHoolboy Q)' by Westside Gunn

Brr, ayo, ayo

Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (boom)
Walk up in your hood like, fuck y'all
They ain't see my lil nigga 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 niggas

Uh, look, lil g wanna spazz
Ready to lift a nigga off his feet for a bag
He need that dub, nigga, he doing bad (ha)
So I bet he do you bad (bad)
I creep through heats in the dash, I keep two stashed
Fuck 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 niggas hate me, r&b niggas 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 niggas stabbed
Shoot your block bare face, I don't need me a mask
Fuck 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, niggas feet get a tag, boy (woo)
Griselda, bitch, we get the cash
Vip, ten bitches 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 niggas finna take everything you have
Like run it, niggas try me, I'm gunning
This shit ain't nothing new to me, nigga, I done it
I'm the man in my city, lil nigga, I run it
I ain't the best yet? Tell who is, I'm coming
Where the beef at? Pussy nigga, I want it
Niggas get shit bags, shot hit in that stomach
Balmain, both pockets full of blue hundreds
Grimiest of all time, machine, bitch, I'm drumming, motherfucker

Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (boom)
Walk up in your hood like, fuck y'all
They ain't see my lil nigga 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

Where the dope at? I sold it all
Diamond chain full of armor all
Drive mclaren down the autobahn
Nigga, 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, nigga, serve well to a brick, uh
Your aunties and uncles, they know me, nigga
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, niggas die at the stop signs
I give you details, niggas looking for punchlines
Throw bananas like romo
Niggas 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
Niggas 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

Penthouse, two stoves
Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (boom)
Walk up in your hood like, fuck y'all
They ain't see my lil nigga ducked off (brrt)
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion
Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion

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 <