Bad Whiskey

Yeah, uh

It's your boy back

Fresh off that Bay

Boss, don season

Domain pain

Shout out to my **** Young Los on the beats, you know

I mean, two in the afternoon, man

Sunny day, strolling through the Soho

Really seen a nice pair of shades I like

You know, them shits was like 2500

I bought 'em, fuck it, it's what I do

Boss, don shit

Domain pain for you ****, I'm 'bout to get it in

Let's go, get at your man

I got the forty low

Covered up like I'm forty below

Seven in with like forty to go

Or maybe more, pay me four

I'm the waviest of all

Got a black one, white one

Even keep a slim bitch

They all stick together, and they got a good friendship

Closet so expensive, Andrew, Marc, Cole, huh

And if I'm smoking that haze

That's forty to the uh-oh bond

Know I got the Audemars, loop you

It ain't shit without Max

Your music need a booster

The filth will leave you screaming like a rooster

Sweep the **** body off the stoop like the super

****, I'm the future

****, I be used to the finer shit

I don't do the ebb, yo

I only do designer shit

I only do the Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada

Biggavel is a pimp

I run up in your mama

Run up with the llama

Pop at any **** thinking he thug

Dump a dub, I'ma fill this **** with slugs

I seen this **** in a club out in Jersey

Seen his team looking like they wanna hurt me

But thanks to the frontline

You only gotta tell them focus up one time

****, I be trying to duck the one time

You smoking with thirty **** on one dime

Here we go, here we go

So won't you **** roll up

A big, fat bag of sour?

You can't stop the greens

Lil' ****, I'm wavy

Goddamn, I like that power

Plus, you know we got that Prada

****, we getting chips while y'all getting angry

Angry, motherfucker, yeah

On the stroll on the strip nights

Bitches on the dick like big pipe

Cherry lipgloss, get your lips right

Get your lips wet, I'm not Dipset

****, I'm Green Gain, Rollie and the mean chain

I leave you holey in the cheese lane

Holy moly, go fuck yourself

Please change

For the better, Max, do it for your boy

You was riding in the Jetta Max, do it for a toy

I be moving like I'm Floyd

Right jab, left jab, '93 was the shit

Harlem had the best cabs

AJ Lester's, the best rags

A buck, twenty then, that was big money, yeah

And that was like a 20-10

I was getting money when Reagan was in office

Pee-pee on your carpet, grind like an orphan

Lime in the coffin, bitches off the MySpace

Love me out in Boston, ow

Here we go, here we go

So won't you **** roll up

A big, fat bag of the sour?

You can't stop the greens

****, I'm wavy

Goddamn, I like that power

Plus, you know we got that Prada

****, we getting chips while y'all getting angry

It's **** all pissed off in the game

Boss, don, Biggavel shit

Back with that Domain pain

Yeah, Young Los

Got another one, baby

**** riding that wave

Fuck with your boy

It's over for these ****, man

Oh, man, hey, big tone

Gon' flip these **** upside down

Jingle that change out they pocket, yeah

Know what I mean?

Gain Greene, baby

Oh, man, uh

Ow