Belugas lyrics

[Verse 1]
Still got a f*ck n*gga blood on my Belugas
Bought a box of Rugers and gave 'em to my shooters
Here, my n*gga
Bought a box of Rugers and gave 'em to my shooters
They gon' Peter Ro' you when it's dinner time
You pus*y n*ggas 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, n*gga
A hundred shell cases in the gravel, n*gga
Getting money 'til the judge slam the gavel, n*gga
I just sent three-hundred pounds from Seattle, n*gga
The human race is red and white
These pus*y n*ggas hope I get read my rights
n*ggas rather see in prison
f*ck them n*ggas though, they wasn't seeing the vision I swear

[Verse 2]
Look
Beat one of you n*ggas half to death
Slammed the n*gga so hard I almost snapped his neck
They say "You only rap about clapping TECs"
'Cause I've been on sh*t since I got clapped in my neck
Yeah, I hope a n*gga move funny
I don't need a n*gga to shoot for me
Limp duffle full of blue money
The b*tches 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 sh*t you'll never see a b*tch that's basic get in
You f*ck n*ggas won't snake us again
I let the K bust, you n*ggas won't wake up again
Wack a n*gga, won't lose sleep
I'm the illest when the pen touching this loose leaf
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