Paperwork lyrics

[Intro: Max B and Alpac]
Just took the stand on your man down (Got you with that paperwork)
Got you n*ggas baby
Yeah, n*ggas is telling
We got these boys Domain
Grease
Boutta bring this sh*t back to the game
Gain Green style
It's yo boy boss Don Biggavel
Domain Pain b*tch
It's the art of lip-syncing
Let's go
Uhh
Chyeah

[Verse 1: Max B]
I pop shots at your skelly boom
f*cking Bergen cops try to tell me to the 'telly room
Life's been very gloom since the incident
sh*t don't really matter though
A fifth'll make your bladder bust
Right in back of the Acura
The b*tches call me Dracula
Flipped 'em like a spatula
Vacay til the blame gets chilled
Lip sing, thats what you n*ggas 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 sh*t in a hot pursuit
b*tches they don't get nuthin'
Treat 'em like a prostitute
Make that b*tch suck and f*ck 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
n*gga, 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*ggas round Harlem
They ain't tell you that
We frontin' these hips
Just can't come around here man
Let's get into this sh*t


[Verse 2: Max B]
Chyea
f*cking little dudes
Duece with the beam on it
I see this n*gga 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*ggas ass
Got 'em runnin' round scared tremblin', gentleman
Get you for your emblem
? come in cinnamon
Wrap them sh*ts and send 'em in
I been feening for you how
I don't need it from you now
n*gga 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
f*cks with Maserati
Don't move its a robbery
Slugs go up in your body
Guns went up in your lobby
Shoot sh*t 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*gga, had his b*tch all in the videos
With more footage than the kid like she had the album coming out
n*ggas don't know man
b*tch stole daddy money
n*ggas kick that b*tch teeth out
b*tch runnin' round with fake teeth and fake titties man
That sh*t ain't right
That ain't wavy
Aww man
It's Domain Pain baby
b*tch
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