[Intro: Max B and Alpac]

Just took the stand on your man down (Got you with that paperwork)

Got you niggas baby

Yeah, niggas 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 tie me to the 'telly room

Life's been very gloom since the incident

Shit don't really matter though

A fifth'll make your bladder bust

Right in back of the Acura

The bitches call me Dracula

Flipped 'em like a spatula

Vacay til the blame gets chilled

Lip sing, thats what you niggas do

Blizz came and he slid with two

He 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 wave the wrist

Back and forth

They got me going back to court

Back and forth

Tryna' fight this prosecutor

Snitch that shit in a hot pursuit

Bitches they don't get nuthin'

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 at Teter-B

Got me a skeeter with me

Got me a heater with me

Nigga, 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 niggas 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]

Chyea

Fucking little dudes

Duece with the beam on it

I see this nigga 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 niggas ass

Got 'em runnin' round scared tremblin', gentleman

Get you for your emblem

Bitches come in cinnamon

Wrap them shits and send 'em in

I been feening for you how

I don't need it from you now

Nigga got his own team, own cream

Had to change them bankers up

Bullets from the chamber they goin snake you up

Me and French be linkin' up

Fucks with Maserati

Don't move its a robbery

Slugs go 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 nigga, had his bitch all in the videos

With more footage than the kid like she had the album coming out

Niggas don't know man

Bitch stole daddy money

Niggas 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