Fuck the club up (Yeah!) We ain't never scared (Bitch!) Fuck the Club Up (Hoe!) We ain't never scared Trigga Maxo C Osama Snatch my chain, we wack yo mama You got a better chance surviving as a suicide bomber I be riding, sliding, stepping In my drank more shots than Stephen Chops with Glocks from every gene F&N, spendin', been with weapons He throwing sets, he ain't no threat Bullet proof vest ain't no protection Pop Glocks like 1942 Start sending shots into your section Niggas fighting in the club like Bone Crusher We don't throw knuckles No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle Let that chrome touch you Like WWF, give opps the belt Jump from the term buckle 556 and 223 STDs trynna burn something Hit the club one fifty deep No pat down, bitch I'm VIP Bloods and Crips, they all with me With Vice Lord folks, BDs GDs One thing for sure, they all on go If Trigga Maxo say its green 556 and 223s stuff ARPs in skinny jeans No alcohol but we got bottles Double cup came in with sodas If that backend ain't what they told us then we pistol whip promoters You better not lay one had up on us Cause you could die you even try to break us up I'm with my guys, we all got fire Don't need security in the club BMF my heat Like T and Meech we totin' 50 boys Death Row Murda Inc. my unit G like Buck and 50 boy Trigga Maxo C Osama Snatch my chain, we wack yo mama You got a better chance surviving as a suicide bomber I be riding, sliding, stepping In my drank more shots than Stephen Chops with Glocks from every gene F&N, spendin', been with weapons He throwing sets, he ain't no threat Bulletproof vest ain't no protection Pop Glocks like 1942 Start sending shots into your section Niggas fighting in the club like Bone Crusher We don't throw knuckles No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle Let that chrome touch you Like WWF, give opps the belt Jump from the term buckle 556 and 223 STDs trynna burn something Just like Maxo you know I'm bout my cream I be out in Houston with my rocket like Hakeem I be out in Houston smoking sipping Texas Tea I put money over bitches ain't no in between Got 60 in my jeans, this shit poking out She like my persona, took her on the paper route I ran up my money, aye these niggas just run their mouth Got diamonds in my teeth, that let you know I'm from the South Ballin', these niggas foul Started off with a gram Audemar cost a house, necklace cost a Lamb Trynna figure me out, knowing that Glocks don't jam These niggas Mickey Mouse, I just don't understand Damn Riding, sliding, stepping In my drank more shots than Stephen Chops with Glocks from every gene F&N, spendin', been with weapons He throwing sets, he ain't no threat Bulletproof vest ain't no protection Pop Glocks like 1942 Start sending shots into your section Niggas fighting in the club like Bone Crusher We don't throw knuckles No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle Let that chrome touch you Like WWF, give opps the belt Jump from the term buckle 556 and 223 STDs trying to burn something