Belugas

[Verse 1]

Still got a fuck nigga blood on my Belugas

Bought a box of Rugers and gave 'em to my shooters

Here, my nigga

Bought a box of Rugers and gave 'em to my shooters

They gon' Peter Ro' you when it's dinner time

You pussy niggas better get in line

Race to the top? I bet I'd beat you to the finish line

I go in the booth and then it's killing time

Beef getting slaughtered like cattle, nigga

A hundred shell cases in the gravel, nigga

Getting money 'til the judge slam the gavel, nigga

I just sent three-hundred pounds from Seattle, nigga

The human race is red and white

These pussy niggas hope I get read my rights

Niggas rather see in prison

Fuck them niggas though, they wasn't seeing the vision I swear

[Verse 2]

Look

Beat one of you niggas half to death

Slammed the nigga so hard I almost snapped his neck

They say "You only rap about clapping TECs"

'Cause I've been on shit since I got clapped in my neck

Yeah, I hope a nigga move funny

I don't need a nigga to shoot for me

Limp duffle full of blue money

The bitches say I smell like new money

I don't save it, I spend

Homie, I paid 500 for the Asics I'm in

Homie, a few hundred large for the spaceship I'm in

Kinda shit you'll never see a bitch that's basic get in

You fuck niggas won't snake us again

I let the K bust, you niggas won't wake up again

Wack a nigga, won't lose sleep

I'm the illest when the pen touching this loose leaf

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