One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can´t be around if you ain´t never shut the club down

Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that´s my body, ain´t gotta split that
Bust his brains, we´ll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna´ talk, I tell her oh we playin´ tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn´t go to hell

Pardon my step, but I give on it
New ice, I can change the comet
I know storms in Chicago
New car hit the road no mileage
Every time we pop out in they section, like you cocky

Bitch I heard what you said, ain´t got to ask me if I copy
They know all this shit get rocky, like balboa
Bitch I never danced, I do my jig out to the floor
Don´t ask me if I´m fuckin´ with that hoe you know she tore up
They say my city been waiting for a nigga like me to blow up
I tell her to grow up
You go up, we go up
My whole life projectile, like it´s throw up
Don´t tell me what you gon´ do nigga you must not know us
You can play the base lil nigga that wasn´t for us

One, two, three straps inside my club house

Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can´t be around if you ain´t never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that´s my body, ain´t gotta split that
Bust his brains, we´ll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna´ talk, I tell her oh we playin´ tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn´t go to hell

You can call yo top shoota´

We´ll spin a block shoot em´
Ian never shot a cop, but bitch I be with cop shootas
My lil homie off the grid, he popped the lid and talked to em´
His mama been beggin´ me to call his phone and talk to him
Call like yesterday, keep a cold like yesterday
I wasn´t even gon´ fuck on that hoe, but I told her yes today
Finger fuck the trigger, bitch I had a lil sex today
Ian tryna be boo´d up, bitch I ain´t Ella Mai
Cold storm, move Frita
ARP, new heater
My brother, my brother, poured a walk inside a two meter
Imma come around, bitch I gotta cop some new beaters

They say I´m hot cause a nigga ride round with two heaters

One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can´t be around if you ain´t never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that´s my body, ain´t gotta split that
Bust his brains, we´ll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna´ talk, I tell her oh we playin´ tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope

That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn´t go to hell