Lyrics Whatcha Gonna Do - Kerser , Fortay

In the club new clothes that I wear once
After this guaranteed that their teared up
With a bloodstain high from the Monday
All the way till Monday
Reload on Sunday
With the shades on to hide my eyes
I write rap mother f*cker
Its my 9-5
And my 5-9 is like lines and lines
Until my mind is like your gonna die tonight
Get my car and I key shove it in my ear
Dig a bit coke thats been there for like a year
And I snort that sh*t
While your bad b*tch hits her knees
On the spot and gets my ball-bag licked
Its the name of the game with the fame its insane
Defined on the beat so its crazy again
See me in the club in the V.I.P with Fortay Sydney till I d-i-e

What'cha gonna do you gon' ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside
Everybody out for some trouble tonight
What'cha gonna do you gon ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside

Everybody out for some trouble tonight

All night club packed and I'm f*cked up
I can't trunk so I untuck bout to run a muck
Tough luck don't talk but just suck
Pump loads in a sl*t like a dump truck
If sex is a race till the c*nt squirts
I can be behind you and still c*m first
Chill its just words pill and a blunt burnt
And i be feeling like drillin till their muffs hurt
Suck me off b*tch
Dexy's next and I'm bending them necks
We got our ABC's but remember the f's
Straight in no lube only saying to sl*ts
'Cuz there ain't no games no playing with c*nts
In the club so I ain't real what the f*ck?
Just came to slang pills and cop a suck

No happy hardcore c*nt none of that dance sh*t
Before you diss me f*ck your mum in advance b*tch

Get f*cked up, get drunk, get popped up
Get f*cked c*nt, just suck you dumb f*ck
Gotta make more than the day before
Breaking the law is what the f*ck you came here for
Get f*cked up, get drunk, get popped up

Get f*cked c*nt, get punched you dumb f*cks
Kerser and fortay thought you get it
When the sh*t goes down, what'cha gonna do?

What'cha gonna do you gon' ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside
Everybody out for some trouble tonight
Whatcha gonna do you gon' ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside

Sounds so new cause its never been done
And we're two of Sydneys best who's better than us?
No c*nt, hoes hang from the end of my nuts
Your b*tch will be lucky if Im letting her suck
I want the answers here, I want the dancers here
I want her on her knees before I stamp her ear
And I'll drag her through the crowd like what the f*ck
And you stop, you look like drop the mutt
More c*ck for ya sl*t, put a c*ck in a c*nt
Sex shops couldn't be more c*cky than us
So I leave that there for the crew to have
Dont lie you sl*t you're use to that
Few jabs in the ring no titled fight
High as a kite hoes like a bro
And I meet em from the streets
But its nothing to talk about
You c*nts bout as tough as a muff in a whore hous

Whatcha gonna do you gon ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside
Everybody out for some trouble tonight
Whatcha gonna do you gon ride to this
Light spliffs, might just jump up till ya mind is
F*cked up ain't a worry inside