[Intro]
Chea
Aye Put One In They Head

[Chorus]
This that club shit straight thug shit
This that beat a n***a ass in the club shit (check)
Jays laced up (check) game faced up (check)
Bang bang n***a n***a throw ya sets up
Bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Bang bang bang throw ya sets up , throw ya sets ups , throw ya sets up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Bang bang click clack bow DOA
North memphis n***a i do this everyday
You seen first 48 ?
Pussy n***a had a choppa got killed by a n***a with a .38
Everyday every hood in my city throwing signs
These young n***as crazy they lost they muthafucking minds
White bandana we play number games
Join the yayo club baking soda thang. ain't throwing money i make bullets rain
Carbon 15s thats a hurricane
Say we young and dumb we'n got it all
Gotta lot of beef but we'll kill'em all
Bodies piling up blame it on my dogs
Lotta money lotta bonds i'll make'em all
Blue and white jays white and red chain
You bout that gangsta shit well im bout the same thang
[Chorus]
This that club shit straight thug shit
This that beat a n***a ass in the club shit (check)
Jays laced up (check) game faced up (check)
Bang bang n***a n***a throw ya sets up. bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Throw ya sets throw ya sets up
Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
(Guuucccciii , Gucci)
I murder lames murder tracks n***a word up
1017 bricksquad put ya birds up
A n***a swing on gucci mane that's unheard of
I got my black tee on with my black gloves
And when my choppa sound off it's like BLOCKA BLOCKA
You just like food only snacky snack for Wacka Flocka
I wear shades every night 'cause i'm so cool
Royal rumble in my hood it ain't no rules
The lil' pussy ass n***a false clamin'
These pussies know their not so Icey Intertainment
Got all kinds of choppas , hand guns name em'
Glocks, techs, carbons, macs we be bangin

[Hook]
This that club shit straight thug shit
This that beat a n***a ass in the club shit (check)
Jays laced up (check) game faced up (check)
Bang bang n***a n***a throw ya sets up. bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Throw ya sets throw ya sets up
Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
[Verse 3: Zed Zilla]
We live in this bitch better recognize
Before we spark up some shit & leave the club televised
My cousin still thuggin' that n***a paralyzed
Clubbin in his wheelchair sittin on his 45
If a n***a trip he gon wish he wouldn't
Sucerity tried to stop the bullshit but he couldn't
I see blue flags (what else)
I see red flags (what else)
I see n***as that ain't reppin with they scared ass
My projects bangin bandanas tied to rails
& you can get served but i ain't talkin digit scales
Fully automatic gunfire yeah it feel like hell
Im high as hell before ya die bitch ya might as well
(Zilla)

[Chorus]
This that club shit straight thug shit
This that beat a n***a ass in the club shit (check)
Jays laced up (check) game faced up (check)
Bang bang n***a n***a throw ya sets up. bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Bang bang bang throw ya sets up (come on)
Throw ya sets throw ya sets up
Bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up