Bill Cosby

[Verse 1: MG Sleepy]
I said, thirty racks on me and some real diamonds
Bitch I know you fucking with the opps, you getting killed by 'em
Bitch I can't take care of your kids, I got a real toddler
Nigga locked for sexual assault, like who you Bill Cosby?
My aunty hit the bag, but she a real zombie
I don't give a fuck how much I'm up, bitch I'll still rob you
I said my nigga over West inside the kitchen doing real science
Bitch I see you staring at my gun, just don't get killed by it (Alright)
I said bitch, you staring at my gun, just don't get killed by it
Bitch you know we sending niggas up, you niggas still fightin'
Really? The score like five to one, them niggas still lying
I said I front my sting a cutie on the first, he gave me $690
I said, bitch I ain't count this money, so it's still sloppy
I said I'm finna buy a Wonder Suit, I feel like Rick Bobby
I said I'II take the extras off your P and make a zip out it
Bitch I never graduated school and then I skipped college
Nigga, quit telling me be humble, I'm a shit popper
I said nigga, quit calling me your brother, bitch I'm big uncky
I said you better watch the shit you say, I don't take shit lightly
And if a nigga tryna send it up, bitch it's just a blick by me

[Verse 2: Jay Juice]
Bitch, he cheap as fuck, he wearing ripped Nikes
If you ain't got at least a ten, then you can't sit by me
My nigga Reese, he like the four by, he caught a big body
I got this bitch on me, don't call me lil' Dej, but let a bitch try me
Bitch ain't double g's, that nigga joy riding
I said buy sumn' and put my tab on it, 'cause I need more profit
Bitch I feel like James Harden, I got a whole rocket
If any nigga disrespect again, we finna scope out it (I said)
And I done woke up with a whore by me
He don't wan' link up with the juice, he doing more typing
My pretty bitch done caught my pretty bitch and now my whores fighting
I said I'm knocked, but I got caught up with my bitch, did some more lying
Bitch, my sting owe me, I'm finna short Ryan (I said)
Hit a nigga in his shit and it's a four-fiver
I see him walk in asking for a friend, I closed the door behind him
I get it in, I'm selling hella za, I'm catching more biters

[Verse 3: TSE E2]
Bitch, spent twenty thousand on some more diamonds
The boys done came and hit the crib, I need the door tightened
[?] den brought the striker out, I'm in a joy-rider
And why my baby moms just hit my other bitch and now my whores fighting
Bitch, I'm finna oop this nigga score by me
Bitch quit acting like you tough, bitch you a broke liar, bitch
I bullied you in school and upped the four-fiver
And bitch I'm on the main, I'm flicking out the whip and I got bro driving
This [?] in my leaf, I'II leave you dead by it
Put on some all white 1's and now they red Nikes
And I just met a pretty bitch, we in the bed fighting
Up a gun and grab my Nike ski and hit you dead silent (I said)
Like who can fuck with E? Niggas be dead trying
I'm in the scat, I'm switching lanes, I got my leg driving
Knuckle up, then I'ma up a gun, gon' be a dead-
I'm on the ave, I'm throwing up the 3, bitch I'm a real sniper

[Verse 4: TSE Vic]
Come on
These rap nigga cheap, they wearing lab diamonds
I went to [?] off the 30, I'm a real shiner
Watch, chain and Cartier's hit hard, don't need a flash or lighter
Blow your mind and tell you what I say, but I'ma keep it quiet (Hmm)
Just pulled up SRT, you hear the engine growling
Fore' I chase a bitch, cut my hair or go climb a mountain (Alright)
I like to pop a lot of shit for the ones who doubted
Fuck ten to twenty, I'll show your ass a hunnid thousand
More money, more problems, I ain't tripping I could solve em
Tryna jump fresh and now he clean in the coffin
You better learn to keep it quiet niggas die for all that talking
Caught a opp some lil' [?], they no biting, all barking, nigga

[Verse 5: 10TA Lil A]
I told bro to shut his mouth, he just talking
Get to running down, then hit a turn around and start walking
I ain't finna leave the crib unless I got a swerve calling
Let a nigga touch a chain, I'm throwing shots, I'm not brawling
Finna run for president, they need to put me in the office
Brodie pulled up in a scatty, finna swing the doors off it
Like I ain't even hit the bitch, like lil' bro just stop calling
Seen a rapper in a cheesy kit, these niggas out here fake ballin'
I just stuffed it in my pocket, I ain't even got no wallet
In the stu with hella J, it's real water like a faucet
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, why the fuck you even talking?
And I'm with the motion gang, I put a hunnid in my closet
And if I didn't hit the bitch, I bet my dawg did
Popped a perc and woke up in the bed, was with the wrong bitch
And don't compare me to nobody, 'cause I smoke shit
And way before this rapping shit, we used to hit licks
In the hood it's Sleep swinging the track, he on some fried shit
This nigga Juice just spilt his whole cup, he tryna fight Vic