Touch base, Karachi mera even when I’m in Lahore
Touch base, shut a city down, thirty minutes and I’m gone
Touch base, you can never top this
How the fuck you gonna stop us?
Urdu rap takeover, tum baith ke dekho bas
Gadar toh machega, qadar toh jagegi mehnat jab lagegi
Safar toh katega, jaali toh jalega, saalon ki hategi
Opps on my back, launde garmi khaate, pakdein wardi ki taangein
Shots on my back, yeh shooter bhi bakri hain, peeche se aate
Scars on my neck, woh makeup se chhupte, yeh PR ke laanjhe hain
When I’m on the stage, it’s lit
Chit chaaron khaane hain, real shit ke aadi hain
CBD for my anxiety, do kilometer tak hype thi
Yaad aa rahi mujhe bhai ki
Can’t go live with these feelings on IG
Teri Instagram gangster shit is weak
Tu aa ke street pe patega mera L nahi
Galat baat pe hum khol dete haath
Bitch, I walk on a class E felony
Audacity toh dekho behenchodon ki, they talk about me
Like I gave a fuck about them in the first place
Selfmade multimillionaire
Yeh sab mere miniature hain, apna kuch bhi nahi
Homie, trust this
Milli point two in the worst case
Afghan grade, you know how we smoke shit
Haath baandh, say it, I’m the fuckin’ boss here
Tum sab mere peeche, tum sabse aage maut hai
Wazan kidhar? Likhaai mein wazan kidhar?
Farak dekh, anni deya you got tunnel visions
Yeh culture mera zaati, beta
Wave ride kar, you can’t be fuckin’ with us
Touch base, Karachi mera even when I’m in Lahore
Touch base, shut a city down, thirty minutes and I’m gone
Touch base, you can never top this
How the fuck you gonna stop us?
Urdu rap takeover, tum baith ke dekho bas
Laanjhe yeh puraane, likh chuke hain itne gaane
Sochein kya karein aaj show pe
Kya ab safar ke deewane kheenchein taangein
Mainu mere haal ‘te chhod de
Got a loaded gun, sending roses
They know I’m the one, I am chosen
launde hote shaart, lagein do din
Show stopper kaun tere sabse bade show ke
Zamaane ko jala dein, itne saade, zindagi ki karte baatein
Toh yeh raste lagte aadhe, padte lafzon pe chamatein
Tera ghar bhi hum chalaate
Bhaagein saare dum daba ke jab main kholun inke khaate
G-side killer, I know what the truth is
Asal chehre yeh chhupate, saare two-faced
I’m never easy, always ruthless
Street pe ho Def Jam, crew mera Wu-Tang
Bruce Wayne, andhere mein dare dhoop se
I shut a city a down on a loop
Better move, bitch
Cocaine jaisa ladun teri bhook se
Cheenun teri neend, beta, roll kar ek foonk le
You ain’t my blood
I got crips that I love
Lage qatal yeh farz
Chal peeche hat, itne hits ke bebas
Mere kalam se bach
One blood, teri bori honi band ab
Thand rakh, aaja chhodein tujhe ghar tak
Flight mode, baadalon se dekhun circus
Touch base, man, I rap with a purpose
Baatein kam, kaam zyada, jaana, waqt nahi
Main kuch bhi nahi, agar chaahe rab nahi
Yeh mehnat hai, jaani, sirf luck nahi
Competition dena chaahein, mile inhein fuck nahi
Touch base, Karachi mera even when I’m in Lahore
Touch base, shut a city down, thirty minutes and I’m gone
Touch base, you can never top this
How the fuck you gonna stop us?
Urdu rap takeover, tum baith ke dekho bas
Dollar sign
Naam pooch, is naam ka hai khauf zyada
Jiyein kyun jab iraada inke maut ka tha?
We don’t joke, haan, yeh na koi Rauf Lala
Karoon arz yeh lafz, har verse lage barf wala
Dega gaaliyan toh main bhi na koi Dalai Lama
Still married to the game, lagao shamiyana
You get clapped, par bajengi yahan par taaliyan na
Hum the in the trench, it’s deeper than the Mariana
Bar dekhe maine, so I went and raised it
Main na badla, revenge, I could taste it
Poori life karte underestimate the
Aaj price nahi aa raha mera andar estimate ke
Galtiyan nahi kari, never slipped up
Chhodun body bag, get it picked up
Tu na Kalamkaar, we ain’t cliqued up
Never same, hum hain poles apart, no strip clubs
Dollar sign best in the biz’
Mera screentime upar, I’ve been textin’ your bitch
Liye pange, now they’re restin’ in piss
If they testin’ a kid, I’m investing in sticks
Legendary from street to cemetery
Main dheeth jab adversary ho sweet like Ben & Jerry
Defeat mein ho gaye burry toh tweet hai necessary
No peace, na lenge beat pe cheekh ke jagah meri
Everytime that I touch base
Style itna dope, aise lage that I touch base
Dilli mera, chaahe hoke aaun main har des
City on my back, got it covered like the front page
Insecure, launde ho rahe insecure
Main toh hamesha se sick, maango inse cure
One hand on the grip agar inse war
Dollar sign, Young Stunners, front runners
Get ’em all
Touch base, Karachi mera even when I’m in Lahore
Touch base, shut a city down, thirty minutes and I’m gone
Touch base, you can never top this
How the fuck you gonna stop us?
Urdu rap takeover, tum baith ke dekho bas