[Intro: Max B and Alpac]
Just took the stand on your man down (Got you with that paperwork)
Got you n***as baby
Yeah, n***as is telling
We got these boys Domain
Grease
Boutta bring this shit back to the game
Gain Green style
It's yo boy boss Don Biggavel
Domain Pain bitch
It's the art of lip-syncing
Let's go
Uhh
Chyeah

[Verse 1: Max B]
I pop shots at your skelly boom
Fucking Bergen cops try to tell me to the tele boom
Life's been very gloom since the incident
Shit don't really matter though
A fifth'll make your bladder bust
Riding back in the Acura
The bitches call me Dracula
Flipped 'em like a spatula
Vaycay them blickers too
Lip syncs you n***as do
Bliss came they [?]
Doubled up
Hit your pretty skin with the razor
Watch it bubble up
I'm goin' bundle up cuz' it's getting cold
And all I did was the make the wrist
Back and forth
They got me going back to court
Back and forth
Tryna' fight this prosecutor
Snitch that's in an aqua suit
Bitches they don't get nun'
Treat 'em like a prostitute
Make that bitch suck and fuck the whole team
All for a small fee
You floatin' 'cross the Gulf Stream, G5
Taking off the teeteree
Got me a skeeter with me
Got me a heater with me
N***a, I'm tryna get (Paid)
[Chorus: Max B]
Yeah, that's what we tryna do baby
I know, I know, I know, I know
Yeah, nothing else, yeah, everything else is irrelevant
Know what I mean?
Gain Greene boys
Chasin' these n***as round Harlem
They ain't tell you that
We frontin' these hips
Just can't come around here man
Let's get into this shit


[Verse 2: Max B]
Cheetah, fucking little dudes
Duece with the beam on it
I see this n***a tryna gleam on 'em, lean on 'em
Scream on 'em
Put the team on him quick
Splash 'em almost every night
Pressure bust so many pipes
And anything involvin' your name
Think the change is so hard
He can't even walk through Harlem again
Got them choppers for a n***a that got 'em runnin' round scared tremblin', timberman, get you for your emblem
? come in cinnamon
Wrap them shits in cinnamon
I been feening for you how
I don't need it from you now
N***a got his own team, own cream
Had to change them bakers up
Bullets from the [?] they goin snake you up
Me and your friends be linkin' up
Fucks with Maserati
Don't move its a robbery
[?] up in your body
Guns went up in your lobby
Shoot shit up
Load that clip and clear it out
Biggavel just hear me out
I'm tryna get paid
[Outro]
Yeah, gotta love it
Boss don
Domain season
Aye player
This n***a, had his bitch all in the videos
With more footage than the kid like she had the album coming out
N***as don't know man
Bitch stole daddy money
N***as kick that bitch teeth out
Bitch runnin' round with fake teeth and fake titties man
That shit ain't right
That ain't wavy
Aww man
It's Domain Pain baby
Bitch
Gain Greene
It's your boy Boss Don Biggavel
The art of lip syncing
Shout to Milli Vanilli
Yo boy Jim Jones, Noe
Oh yeah
Gotta love it
Aye Grease, we got 'em baby
This Domain Pain
Holler back, oww