One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, when we at the clubhouseOnly with white tees inside my clubhouse You can be around a few, ain't never shutthe club down I be with all them niggas who really withthat Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta splitthat What's his brains with, give him a * bagMy ex be trying to talk, I tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, no, we on goWax, seven, eight, nine, and eight, it's up, it's coldI be ten, eleven, twelve, give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hellPart of my step, but I get violent, new ice, I can change the climate, I knowStones in Chicago, new car, hit the road, no mileageEvery time we pop out in they section like you cockyI heard what you said, ain't gotta ask me if I coppedThey know all this * rocky, like we on the roadI never dance, I do my jig, I tear the floorDon't ask me if I'm f***ing with that hoe, you know she talkThey say my city been waiting for a n***a like me to blowI tell her, the girl, we go where we go My whole life project down like a dogTell me what you gon' do, n***a, you must not know usYou can play the bench low, that wasn't falseOne, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, grand, we at a clubhouseOnly f***ing with white tees inside my clubhouseYou can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see meYou can't be around if you ain't never shut the club, dawgI be with all them n***as who really with thatCatch your body, that's my body, ain't gotta split thatWhat's his brains with? Give him a s*** bagMy ex be trying to talk, I tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, know we on goLike 79 of them, it's up, it's coldThey be 10, 11, 12, give me 13 reasons she shouldn't go to hellYou can call your top shooter, we'll spin a block, shoot himI ain't never shot a cop, but I'll be with a couple shootersAll the homies off the grid, they pop the lid and talk to himCause mama been begging me to call, it's fun to talk to himCall like yesterday, call like yesterdayI don't need no f***ing now, but I told you yesterdayI'm the king of f***ing trigger, I had a lot of s*** todayI ain't trying to be booed up, I ain't LMACold store, new freezer, A.I.P., new heaterMy brother, my brother, pouring, walking inside the two-literSomeone come around, I got a cop, some new beatersThey say I'm hot, cause I'm f***ing round, round with two heatersOne, two, three, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight upRaps inside my clubhouse, four, five, six, round we at a clubhouseOnly f***ing with white tees inside my clubhouseYou can't be around a few, ain't never shut the club, dawgI'll be with all them n***s who really with thatCatch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split thatWhat's his brains with? Give him a s*** bagMy ex be trying to talk, I'll tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, know we on goLike 79 of them, it's up, let's goThat be 10, 11, 12Give him 13 reasons he shouldn't go to hell