Seedhe Maut Sammy hai, dikhta bas grey

Chai pe baithe hum London ya Noida

Lulli si shakal ka, bhidenge hum se

Hum rapper complete hai jaise Cu Boi ka

Hona jo waise bhi ho gaya

Tu toh pitega par bol kya karenge tere boy ka

Sona tha bandi ke chucho mein

Lekin vo aaj ki raat se khabar pe soyega

Kha kise kitno ki maa chodi

Kha kise kitno ki maa chodi

Aah ahh

Kamar se nikala ghoda aur bandi ko

Diya bana ghodi

Aah, Aah

Muh chodni karte hai baalak

Aur baalak aa karte hai muh chodi

Aah, Aah

Shakle dikhte hain news akhbaaron mein

Jaise main hoon Modi ooh ooh

Kaha par hain rapper, ye dikhte nahi, gaayab hain

Dost inke SM pe flip ho rahi

Janwar hain baithe, teen rapper nahi

Papa hu ladko ka, chhaate mein chup ho rahe

Ye mic pe chilla rahe par inke ye jhaate se vocal nahi clip ho rahe, na

Ye paisa, ye bitches, ye bud hai kamaaya

Bas music se, fatah bin filmon ke

Haan Greater Noida wala shit hai, saath hai Sammy jo

Ek bandi mujhko boli Calm se bajna hai, don’t say no

Main jau jaha paisa jaye, jab launde jaaye jaha booty go

If the truth be told, yaha dono ladke nuke hain, phod

Yung Sammy aur Seedhe Maut, dekh bhai gaand toh tutni hai

Bhari rakha poora system, ab life lage meri movie hai

I’m one of a kind aur bitch meri lage mujhe kaafi choosy hai

Ek bandi ho rahi mujhse kaafi frank, mere sar pe chadh ke khud rahi hai

Verse likha maine UK mein, par Delhi mein jaake ye take liya

Kaafi pehle se tha studio mein locked in, fir LA mein jaake ek break liya

Don’t give a fuck about a price tag, mera maan kiya toh phir le liya

Ek beti chod ka faltu bol raha, gaadi ki dikki mein ghar diya

Marta tha bunk mein business classes

But now I fly that shit

Teacher jo kehti thi “tu likhta nahi achha”

She knows I write that shit

Har ek baar mera holy verse

Jaise karta hoon main baptizing

Don’t give a fuck about a bitch ego

Karta nahi kabhi main backbiting

Yung Sammy, SM, yaha pe koi rakhna nahi pair, it’s a landmine ting

Na chale koi branding, na chale marketing, na chale franchise

Bata kaise na tutegi gaand ab inki, jab

Bacha koi chaara hi nahi

Bata kaise na sukhengi praan, inke baap

Se hai bane koi sayana nahi, bitch

Mere gang mein cheete hi cheete, aur

Kabhi bhi saapon ko paala hi nahi

Likhu jab bhi lage jaise jaan aayi nayi

Beaton pe main chadhun jaise baadh aayi kahin

Bags and bags and bags, damn

Khoke se niche toh aata hi nahi

Apno se pada tera paala hi nahi

Gandhi toh tune kabhi chaapa hi nahi

Abey haat

Leta hoon main halke mein, tumhe toh bil mein raho

Sher abhi dahda hai nahi

Bhussi bharu chahiye mujhe chaar line hi

Aisa koi bhi din nahi jab ye maal aaye nahi

Kholu tera sar jaise taala yahi daala

Tere sar pe main maala, pade thai thai

Galat hue tere haalat yahi

Tera MUDDA banega aaj raat yahi

Abhe chawal

Tera bhai seedhe maut

Baapse backchodi nai