Ye aaya nahi hai tokri mein, likha jabse four three mein

Jana chora nokri pe, when I started rap

Ab aana mujhe top three mein, tere jeise 2 free mein

Mere har aik kone mein, bete and you cap

Tu topi tu bana phirta OP, tu hoga apne ghar ka bete

Hoga phir tu jo bhi, tu kitna khush fehm

Soche milni tujhe trophy, lekin thal'le hi tu reh

Bache milni nahi hei toffee, when we come through...

Bomb leke ghusse, mere lounde sare jangju

Ye chuhti nahi shuaaen, mere sir pe lagi sunroof

Aur tere sare mansoobe, kie mansookh

Mujhe jane yaha pe kon nahi, tu bete matt puch

Jane mujhe buns road se leke, pura phir gulshan

Aur jane phir johar bhi lahore bhi, aur kitne saare aur bhi

Mein lu kia ab naam, aur aik din aae gaa

Ke jane gaa mujhe, phir forbes bhi

And I'm best dressed, acing all the stress test

Mathe thore shart, tujhe dede'n ge hum bed rest

Ortho mera matress, aur back mein hei pain

Kiunke kandho pe ye carry, kia hua pura scene aa

This my first step, calibre mera Nike

Galat hei sangat baawe, aage piche I see

Yeh larke meethe, Fauji flow deta spicy

Mein uglu aag mera zodiac hei Pisces

I'm not the best. lekin saath wale finest

Ab poore shehr ko bhi pata, where the hype is

Aur larke saare, piche par gaye mere haath dho

Par nahi kar sakte pace match, Fauji psycho

Ab dekh sath mere, beat pe hei kon?

Ye slow flow mera, khaa gaya nakli sab don

Sab karte mujhse gileh, apni dekhte nhi tone

Poora hood pull up kare, agar ek kiya phone

Audio mei adde gaa, to taange dunga torr morr

Music more money, chahiye sab thora aur

Pahadiyon pe chillam chote, I'm a fucking goat

Mera khan'on wala style, munda sarian tu dope

Nakli teri cadance, putarr nakli teri fanbase

4 hounge aage mujhse, lekin piche 33

36 mere peintare, choru'n tujh pe mei gangrene

Mei bruclee, sir pe urti hui aati meri Flying kick

Khas'si sare rapper, fauji khaa waa gaya

Lana hei to sab se karak, maal shaal laa...

Ab sunte mujhe G's, I'm the new pioneer

Laga top wala gear, aa..

Baatein nayi, shut the fuck up chote

Ab tere jeise door, saath mei nahi hote

Ab tere jeise yaha, zaleel hi buss hote

Chaar 20 chalein, quetta wale -dode-

Hum tyaar beithe, jese karni mout hei

Ready for war, to tyaar rakhe topein

To kar ab tuck, chal ab bach bach chote

Khana badosh, larke ghar ko ab loute

Ty pass kare, to phir mein strain nahi dekhu

Peisa aata jata rehta, lein dein nhi dekhu

Apna mindset hi aesa, kabhi pain nhi dekhu

Mein udaas beitha, phir mein apni chair nhi dekhu

Ya phir

Dekhu naya lifestyle, hum ne kaand kiye boht

Par nahi koi case file, zindagi marathon bani

Kitne tei kiye mile

Lounde saath chale

Kabhi karna parta nahi hei dile

Larke jaan dete bhaiyo pe, salook se marein ge

Humein dard nahi marega, bandook se marenge

Larke mehnat karne wale, keise bhook se marenge

Aur ye baatein jo karte hei, haath thook se malenge

Seedhe baat, koi naa refrence ho

Hum highest in the room, bari entrance ho

Larke chaapte par, nahi koi resemblance ho

Mere shooter foran punhche, jeise ambulance houn

Lounde laash waash dikha, ya phir taash waash khila

Ya phir haath waath mila, aur tu chalta ban

Tere jeise loug aate kitne, khaate lan

Par mera nahi hei mann sun

Jokhay pareshaan, deni pari therapy, Khana Badosh lifestyle, piche enemy

Karachi qasam, gang saara idhar push it bhi

Ab ya to takeover ya to hogi felony

I'm the best at this

No lies, be an honest, I don't like that bitch

Step aside, kare shine meri iced out dress

G side akela, jeisa nahi koi writer phir

Paapi purana, sare darte khate khouf

Chehre parhte waqif sarkein, kitne sarr ke hogaye off

Lund pe charhte kuch nhi karte, aur naa kuch karne kaa shouk

Kitne arse se ye, tarse hue lena chahein shots

God damn

Ye pare rehte bistar mei, mehnat kar aur kiss karte

Rehta do not disturb pe, mera pura gang

Betha reh tu chup karke, scene pura push karte

Kitno ko khush karte, piche pare brands

Kattar karachi 109, kitne shapatar kitne chapri

Bete khatri mera flow

Lagti rehti roz yahan nafri, kon hei asli kon hei chor

Aaja torein teri haddi pasli, aevi ho rahe hei bore

Wagwan aaba kutte pale crack, kake pasand nahi hei baaz

Seedha choro in pe jack

Stone cold maru stunner, make your bed

Ab ye sarkein bhi pehchane mujhe, khuda karta back

Flying daily mujhe chahiye apna jet

Strain ye gelato, kabhi lari og max

Baatein nahi shaba kaato mera cheque, warna kare gaa regret ye nahi living on the edge

Baatein nayi, shut the fuck up chote

Ab tere jeise door, saath mei nahi hote

Ab tere jeise yaha, zaleel hi buss hote

Chaar 20 chalein, quetta wale -dode-

Hum tyaar beithe, jese karni mout hei

Ready for war, to tyaar rakhe topein

To kar ab tuck, chal ab bach bach chote

Khana badosh, larke ghar ko ab loute