Belugas Conway the Machine & SONNYJIM

[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
Machine