A List A-Hole 2 lyrics

[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
b*tch, I'm with some soldiers, act like that and get you popped
Even when I'm down I know that b*tch gon' give me top
Balenciaga steppin', 'member I was wearing crocs
My b*tch bad, I sweat her out then get Chanelly
Your b*tch 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 b*tch start talking 'bout some forreally?
Stop laughing, b*tch, I'm for real
Racks, they stack up so damn tall like f*ck a deal
I done passed too many n*ggas got these boys, like f*ck lil keel
Balling hard, it's f*ck 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
n*ggas tryna knock me off, I pop a perc, get off my pivit
All I think about is money, drugs
You stuck on them b*tches
Told my b*tch bring me an Oxy
Walk in fifteen deep, it's me and gang, my posse
My ex b*tch 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 f*ck you up
How you mad your b*tch DM me when you knew that ho a sl*t?
I remember when I used to have them xans out in the cut
This one n*gga call me lil bro, put his gun up, lil bro what?
And I'm not flashy
Told my b*tch 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