Lil Keel, Xhulooo - A List A-Hole 2 lyrics

Arena yeah

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

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

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

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