Bad Whiskey - Max B

Yeah

Uh it’s your boy back

Fresh off that bay

Boss don season

Domain pain

Shout out to my nigga Young Los in the beats you know

I mean, two in the afternoon man

Sunny day, strolling throw the Soho

Really seen a nice pair of Shades I like

You know them shits was like 2, 500

I bought em fuck it

It’s what I do

Gain Green

Boss don shit

Domain pain for you niggas

Let’s go

Get at your man

I got the forty low

Covered up like I’m forty below

Seven in like I’m forty to go

Or maybe more

Pay me for

I’m the Waviest of all

I got a black one white one

Even keep a slim bitch

They all stick together

And they got a good friendship

Closet so expensive

Angel mon, Cold haan

And if I’m smoking that haze

That’s forty of that oho bond

Know I got the auto mon

Loop ya

It ain’t shit without Max

Your music need a booster

The fifth will leave you screaming like a rooster

Sweep the nigga body of the stoop like a Supra

Nigga I’m the future

Nigga I be used to, the finer shit

I don’t do that herb you

I only do designer shit

I only do the Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada

Biggavell is a pimp

I run up in ya mama

I run up with the lama

Pop it at any nigga thinking he is thug

Don’t pull up

I’m a fill this nigga with slugs

I seen this nigga in a club out in Jersey

Seen his team looking like they want to hurt me

But thanks to the frontline

You only gotta tell them focus up one time

Nigga, I be trying to duck the one time

You smoking with thirty niggas on one dime

Here we go

Here we go

So won’t you niggas

Roll up a big fat bag of sour

You can’t stop he got the greens

Nigga I’m wavy

Goddamn I like that power

Plus you know we got that Prada

Nigga we getting chips while ya’ll getting angry

On the stroll of the strip like

Bitches on the dick like

Big pipe

Cherry lip gloss get your lips right

Get your lips wet

I’m not Dipset

Nigga I’m Green Gain

Rollie in the mean chain

I leave you holly in the cheese lane

Holly molly go fuck yourself

Plea your chain

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 20 then

That was big money yeah

And that’s was a 20−10

I was getting money when Reagan was in office

Peepee on your carpet

Grind like an orphan

Lime in the coffin

Bitches of the Myspace

Love me out in Boston

Oooowwww

Here we go

Here we go

So won’t you niggas

Roll up a big fat bag of sour

You can’t stop he got the greens

Nigga I’m wavy

Goddamn I like that power

Plus you know we got that Prada

Nigga we getting chips while ya’ll getting angry

Yeah it’s niggas all pissed off in the game

Boss don Biggavell shit

Back with that domain pain

Yeah Young Los

Got another baby

Niggas riding that wave

Fuck with your boy

It’s over for these niggas man

Oh man

Ey big tone

We gonna flip these niggas upside down

Jingle that change out they pocket

Yeah

Know what I mean

Gain green baby

Oh man

Uh

Ooowwwww