One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, when we at the clubhouse
Only with white tees inside my clubhouse You can be around a few, ain't never shut
the club down I be with all them niggas who really with
that Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split
that What's his brains with, give him a * bag
My ex be trying to talk, I tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters, no, we on go
Wax, seven, eight, nine, and eight, it's up, it's cold
I be ten, eleven, twelve, give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
Part of my step, but I get violent, new ice, I can change the climate, I know
Stones in Chicago, new car, hit the road, no mileage
Every time we pop out in they section like you cocky
I heard what you said, ain't gotta ask me if I copped
They know all this * rocky, like we on the road
I never dance, I do my jig, I tear the floor
Don't ask me if I'm f***ing with that hoe, you know she talk
They say my city been waiting for a n***a like me to blow
I tell her, the girl, we go where we go My whole life project down like a dog
Tell me what you gon' do, n***a, you must not know us
You can play the bench low, that wasn't false
One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, grand, we at a clubhouse
Only f***ing with white tees inside my clubhouse
You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club, dawg
I be with all them n***as who really with that
Catch your body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
What's his brains with? Give him a s*** bag
My ex be trying to talk, I tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go
Like 79 of them, it's up, it's cold
They be 10, 11, 12, give me 13 reasons she shouldn't go to hell
You can call your top shooter, we'll spin a block, shoot him
I ain't never shot a cop, but I'll be with a couple shooters
All the homies off the grid, they pop the lid and talk to him
Cause mama been begging me to call, it's fun to talk to him
Call like yesterday, call like yesterday
I don't need no f***ing now, but I told you yesterday
I'm the king of f***ing trigger, I had a lot of s*** today
I ain't trying to be booed up, I ain't LMA
Cold store, new freezer, A.I.P., new heater
My brother, my brother, pouring, walking inside the two-liter
Someone come around, I got a cop, some new beaters
They say I'm hot, cause I'm f***ing round, round with two heaters
One, two, three, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Raps inside my clubhouse, four, five, six, round we at a clubhouse
Only f***ing with white tees inside my clubhouse
You can't be around a few, ain't never shut the club, dawg
I'll be with all them n***s who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
What's his brains with? Give him a s*** bag
My ex be trying to talk, I'll tell her, oh, we playing tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go
Like 79 of them, it's up, let's go
That be 10, 11, 12
Give him 13 reasons he shouldn't go to hell