Çîlê (feat. Dersim Kurda) [Kurdish Drill]

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Çi dareme nava dara

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Tewşîl demestê necara

Dîl û reben benê çîlê

Brem were, hûn xelkê kî ne?

Em xelkê Efrîn

Em Kurmancî ne

Got my dest on the white, that's cocaina

Spanish Latina calling her Rita

Rolling is too loud, we need what you want two ounce, reefer

I bet money on live in arena

Might just make it you won't see it like sceen

Nah

Rolling with twelve inch shanks

Tryna making opps 'em, heart turn weaker

Her bijî, emê werin

With a beater, see man, dash away like a cheetah

Bro said "don't stop, keep going, don't be silly

I am not far from blowing

In my city we write no poems

We touch snow and it ain't even snowing (snowing, snowing)

Xelkê me pir bîye, bese

Em Kurdin, em ne dîn in

On the field I'm moving fast like saka be kerê, ez xoş im

Get techy like Steven

It's not even, if I roll with my demons

Shit gets long like you're watching a season up in the front if we glide or scheming Kurd

Ez ê wînim, sîlaha em ê wînin, heval em ê wînin, mişkil e em ê pîskin

(Lo I know) Lo I know, Kurdish hitters

Spark at the end of barrel, no glitter

Pull up on a bird outta blue like twitter

Hands on my heart but it's turned so bitter

Her bijî Kurdistan hezar car

Really tryna go vibe the sun goes down

If you fuck with my Kurds, then your mangos out

Çi dare me nava dara

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Tewşîl demestê necara

Dîl û reben benê çîlê

Çi dare me nava dara

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Tewşîl demestê necara

Dîl û reben benê çîlê

More life, more life to me yeah it's crazy

As I get older, streets get colder

I gotta watch over my shoulder for safety

I need a sweet one just to call her my baby

'Cuz trust me, sometimes man needs love

I been done this feeling just creeps up

Tryna get out this trap n get free, 'cuz

But my heads got different plans

I stayed up late tryna make these bands

Mom said "son I don't understand, why you stay up late"

It's all part of the plan, eh

Hold up a sec, let me catch my breath and spin right back on this beat

This ain't no halloween, if we pull up at your door with a mask

It isn't for trick or treat, see police heart skips a beat (l-look)

Look, this year I learnt so much stuff

Tryna blow off the music, I know it's tough

I put the grind in, it ain't no luck

If she ain't tryna fuck then it's gotta be suck

Gotta put it on sport, make the tyres go bus

Skirt, reverse make the Gyaldem bus

I play with 'em like it's toys are rusty

Boys with toys that bus

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê

Hay Çîlêmê Çîlê Çîlê