Max B - Bad Whiskey Lyrics

Yeah
Uh it's your boy back
Fresh off that bay
Boss don season
Domain pain
Shout out to my nigga 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 $2,500
I bought em fuck it
It's what I do
Gain Green
Boss don shit
Domain pain for you niggas
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
Angel mon, Cole Haan
And if I'm smoking that haze
That's forty of that oho bond
Know I got the Audemar
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 off the stoop like a super
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
Biggavel is a pimp
I run up in ya mama
I run up with the lama
Pop it at any nigga thinking he 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 off 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 Biggavel shit
Back with that domain pain
Yeah Young Los
Got another one 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 greene baby
Oh man
Uh
Ooowwwww