[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
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
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