One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, * round, we at a clubhouseOnly niggas with white tees inside my clubhouse You can be around a few, ain't never shut the club downCatch up with all them niggas who really with that Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split thatWhat's his brains with? Give a nigga a * bag My ex be tryna talk, I tell her, oh, we playin' tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, no, we on go Wack 79 of they niggas up, it's coldThat be 10, 11, 12 Give me 13 reasons he shouldn't go to hellPart of my step, but I get violent Move 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 cocky Bitch, I heard what you said, ain't gotta ask me if I copThey know all this * get rocky like BoboBitch, I never dance, I do my jig out to the floorDon't ask me if I'm fuckin' with that hoe, you know she talkThey say my city been waitin' for a nigga like me to blowI tell her to go, we go where we go My whole life project down like a dogTell me what you gon' do, nigga, you must not know usYou could play the bench, lil' nigga, that wasn't falseOne, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six, * round, we at a clubhouseOnly niggas with white tees inside my clubhouseYou can be around a few, ain't gotta shut the club downBitch, I be with all them niggas who really with thatCatch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split thatWhat's his brains with?Give a nigga a * bagMy ex be tryin' to talk, I tell her, oh, we playin' tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, know we on goWeak seventy-nine of they niggas up, let's goMaybe ten, eleven, twelve Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go tohellYou could call your top shooter, we'll spin a block, shoot himI ain't never shot a cop, but, bitch, I be with cop shootersWhy don't we go?I don't need no niggas to hold me off the gridHe popular, then talk to himHis mama been beggin' me to call his phone and talk to himCall her like yesterday, can call her like yesterdayI don't need no * on that hoe, but I told her yesterdayI don't need finger-fuckin' triggers, bitch, I had a lot of *** todayI ain't tryin' be booed up, bitch, I ain't LMACold stone, new freezer, A.I.P., new heaterMy brother, my brother, pourin' walk inside a two-literSomeone come around, bitch, I gotta cop some new beatersThey say I'm hot, cause a nigga run around with two heatersOne, two, three strapsOne, two, three strapsOne, two, three strapsInside my clubhouseFour, five, six, * round, we hear the club outOnly niggas with white tees inside my clubhouseYou can't be around if you ain't never shut the club, dawgBitch, I be with all them niggas who really with thatCatch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split thatWhat's his brains with?Give a nigga a * bagMy ex be tryin' to talk, I tell her, oh, we playin' tic-tac-toeShe got a thing for them shooters, know we on goLike, seven, eight, nine of them niggas up, let's goThat be ten, eleven, twelveGive me thirteen rings, give me twelveGive me thirteen rings, she shufflin' for the hell