Toosii - Club House lyrics

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 climate
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
Cold 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, new freezer aRP, new heater
My brother, my brother
Poured a walk inside a two liter
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