Fats - WAY ITS GONNA GO lyrics

NINES Me and my n***as shoot first we dont buss back Flip skunk got more dough than chipmunks ? I be in the club, V.I.P spending nuff stacks Hoes on my nutsack Day time in the trap O's in the rucksack Nine to shine, used to holla hydro to consign the ? I be dropping mad rhymes, ask my n***as jazzy bout them poppin tag times Call me shopping bag nines I ain't a co*k block never been the type to cuff a ho Toxic got nicked, i lost couple bricks f** it though Couple n***as from the other side gotta suffer slow I roll on their block, squeezing the mac 20keys in the trap, this is deeper than rap Gotta sleep with the strap One day im gonna blow and put my team on the map Leave the game Won't have to buss guns or sell keys of caine CHORUS ? trying to take our strife We just wanna live our life Its the way its gonna go Way its gonna go Way its gonna go X2 FATZ Yo, my n***a you know the game plan Fly cunch for months to try make grands And anyones a victim in the system When i circle your block with my big ting I whip it out and empty out 7 And its peak cause likkle t be out here no 11 Mans been trappin on the roads from when the birds tweet (early) 9 o clock im in the shop i got a birds key? Rest in peace to my n***a brands, you done know I ain't just pouring out henny I let my gun blow So make a n***a try diss me Next day pronounced dead on the tv I got proper beef Where i gotta squeeze So i got it in my pocket like f** the peace I take it out the ? and put it on ya top lip And tell my youngers dont worry because i got this CHORUS FATZ I know you see the kid, fatz Walking with a limp because my heat is big I will peel your wig If you come through (churches) You can't stunt round me unless you run through Yeah i will rob a n***a for a 10 grand And duppy a brudda for even less than You might see us, cruizing on the m4 With a 3-57 in the benz door NINES One day ill buy a yard on the ocean cliff Settle down with my gyal, stop smoking piff Probably give my chain to a younger like ? (young smurf) I ain't blown yet But i feel like a star already The way i get groupies shaped like a coke bottle Im like kate moss, on skates, a role model I bring my strap everywhere cause we beef with our neighbours Christenings we be in the church with heats in our blazers CHORUS