A List A-Hole 2

[Intro: Xhuloo]
Arena
Yeah

[Verse 1: Xhulooo]
Riding with that stick like a magician (Yeah, Go Kavi)
Bullets gon' win, choppa turn 'em to a pigeon
I just count a bankroll so it got my palms itching
Palm Angels T-Shirt, it cost me a paycheck
Why you keep on asking for a feat if you can't pay for that? (You can't pay that)
She keep telling me she love me, I can't say it back
Opps tryna spin, playing games, so we play 'em back (Uh)
Racks in, when I walk I get that backend
I'm taxing for that feature, boy, you slacking
Too much people in my DM's steady capping
Too much bread inside the bank, now I'm stacking

[Verse 2: Lil Keel]
This a G2 on my waist, this not a prop
Bitch, I'm with some soldiers, act like that and get you popped
Even when I'm down I know that bitch gon' give me top
Balenciaga steppin', 'member I was wearing crocs
My bitch bad, I sweat her out then get Chanelly
Your bitch still a ho she probably getting trained out at the telly
Gang just copped a scope so he will never miss like oh not nearly
Tell that ho I'm serious, that bitch start talking 'bout some forreally?
Stop laughing, bitch, I'm for real
Racks, they stack up so damn tall like fuck a deal
I done passed too many niggas got these boys, like fuck lil keel
Balling hard, it's fuck my money, 7'1 like I'm Shaquille
But on the real, I got racks and count money 'cause I need to

[Verse 3: Xhulooo]
Sliding through your town with that G2
I just spent a band, I told my hater go make 'em see through
Diamonds playing peekaboo (Yeah), I can't see you (I can't see you)
I know you got hate up in your soul, I cannot be you (Pssh, no)
I feel just like Autumn, I'm a monster
They thought I was Yeat the way I pulled up in that Tonka
G-12, skrting off, no, this ain't a Honda (Skrt)
You can't kill my money, so it only make it stronger
I feel just like yeezy, yeezy, yeezy, I'm a God
Walk inside that function, three deep with my squad
Call up one of my [?] you know he tucking that rod
Might just come and sneak you with that chopper like it's COD

[Verse 4: Lil Keel]
Thinking 'bout that rack, about a digit
I'm up in that Beamer and that boy stuck in a Civic
Niggas tryna knock me off, I pop a perc, get off my pivit
All I think about is money, drugs
You stuck on them bitches
Told my bitch bring me an Oxy
Walk in fifteen deep, it's me and gang, my posse
My ex bitch tryna flex on me with that lil man but he is not me
All these hoes wan' chew me up like bubblegum because I'm poppy
Said I could come to his state, when I spin by, nobody shot me
Got a big gun, but I'll put it down and fuck you up
How you mad your bitch DM me when you knew that ho a slut?
I remember when I used to have them xans out in the cut
This one nigga call me lil bro, put his gun up, lil bro what?
And I'm not flashy
Told my bitch just go get what you want
Don't gotta ask me
I just called my plug up for the drink
I told him "act me"
Pull up, put red dots all on your body
Just like some acne
Obama phone, it really come in clutch
Don't try to track me