Toosii - Club House [Official Music Video]

Watch the official video for Toosii's "Club House." Stream/Download ""Platinum Heart (Deluxe) here: https://toosii2x.lnk.to/PlatinumHeart Connect with Toosii: Instagram:   / toosii2x   Twitter:   / toosii2x   TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/Kav8AF/ Facebook:   / toosii2x   Club House Lyrics: [Hook] One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag My X be tryna talk, I tell her O we playing tic tac, toe She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’ Maybe ten, eleven, twelve Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell [Verse 1] Pardon 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 Everytime we pop out in they section like you cocky Bitch I heard what you said Ain’t gotta ask me if I copy They know, all this shit get rocky like Balboa Bitch I never dance, I do my jigg, I tear the flo’ up Don’t ask me if I’m fuckin wit that hoe You know she to’ up They say my city been waiting for a nigga like me to blow up I tell her to grow up We go out we go up My whole life projectile like it’s throw up Don’t tell me what you gone do nigga You must not know us You can play the bench lil nigga That wasn’t for us [Hook] One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag My X be tryna talk, I tell her O we playing tic tac, toe She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’ Maybe ten, eleven, twelve Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell [Verse 2] You could call yo top shoota We’ll spin the block, shoot em I ain’t never shot a cop But bitch I be wit cop shootas My lil homie off the grid He popped the lid and top to em His mama been begging me to call his phone and talk to em Still cold like yesterday Keep a pole like yesterday I won’t even gone fuck on that hoe But I told her yes today Finger fuck the trigger bitch I had a lil sex today I ain’t tryna be boo’d up bitch I ain’t Ella Mai Cold Stone new freezer ARP, new heater My brother my brother pouring wock inside a two liter Summer come around, bitch I gotta cop some new beaters They say I’m hot cause a nigga ride around wit two heaters [Hook] One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag My X be tryna talk, I tell her oh we playing tic tac, toe She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’ Maybe ten, eleven, twelve Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell