[Verse]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Duniya tamasha, don’t know how to deal with it
Vegas cafe with smokes in dha, feel with it
Har jagah dagadaar, dont worry about the curses
Most hated in the game still cashing my verses

Phone bajta rehta jab ke hash mere phone mai
Dealers mere uthale ye tho fadia ese zone mai
Diss karon baad phele I prove a point
Owais rajput rolling me some joints

Kesi majaal, tu this tall rapper
Let em know bitches we 6’4 rappers
Tu wahid lucky pull up on your mall gatе
Jaan chirkon doston pe call it soulmates

You and me, a sofa, a placе
Tere number of memes, mere number of plays
Phene khaadi, uska dressing sense decent
Uski playlist mai track mera recent


Something happens,tu khari mere back pe
Ego in your soul, tu lazy bari chat pe
Money mera motive, my money talk
All these pricks on my gram, they stalk
You ain’t my type, ghanto bar tu kare type
Written K, i’m like what’s with all that hype
Hogaya famous I’m just sick of all these mentions
Itni gurbat I can’t even pay attention, roz matter roz callen itni tension

Bharakti aag tu, casanova
On scenes phase 6 Club jenova
Gtr to roadsides, tinted both sides
Usaid Khan whipping jordans ay both whites

Daira bana bro, mai kehta dalon zyada
Sheher mai milta nai per phir bhi pheno prada
Flexing ka shoq mujhe tabhi likha gana
Dil ye qalam, jo likhta nai afsana

Ye saray makeup brands tujhse hi tho seekhe
Tu kehti mujhe drop karo roz urban decay
Roz nai bitch please i’m a hustler
Kese bithata tujhe roz in the butler


Ludo meri life mujhe milte sabhi snitch
1 week mai 2 ganay bank meri bitch
Chitaak track, ganay mere addictive
Turkish rose, all she need is driptique
Thanday diss mujhpe, may pe lage sardi
Lakho mai views athay dushman mere ghabri
So where we go as we walk this lonely road
Wo mange tom ford, bitch please i can’t afford