[Intro: MAARIJ]

Yeah

[Verse 1: MAARIJ]

Kabhi bad day tou kabhi sad day

Beth ke joray jala rahay hum video ke set pe (Skrrr)

Muu pe aatay tou they crazy, they mad (Mad)

Aur konay may jaakay karein apni ass pesh

Shukar mana mein ne likha nahi chain se

Dead man, Shaka Laka wali pencil (Dead)

Thaka-thaka, phir bhi rakhun mein khench ke

Tommy Vercetti, yeh saaray hi Lance (Yeah)

Man, I'm on that mission (Bitch)

Sab se par bhaiyon se no competition

Muslim aur christian, ek he hai vision

Aur jiski jali tou faasla, distance (Shit)

Aur teri jali hai, mujhe tu jugnu lagay (Yeah)

Real he nahi tum tou chup kyun rahein?

Humein fear he nahi, ab yeh jhuk kyun rahay?

Sukhi-sukhi tou phir tou dukh kyun rahay? (Glad)

Look at me, daada, par mein nahi X

I soaked her pussy tou beat'on se sex (Ooo)

Yeah, responsibilities, I can’t relax

Han, rappers ke torr, I need a rehab (Ooo)

Har maamla solved, har maamla set

Har maamlay may waise he parun nahi mein (No)

Tu naam le, kisko yahan maloom nahi

Ke mein baap inka, zyada maarun nahi mein (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Marshall]

Banday (Yeah, yeah, yeah, grrr)

Rehtay alert saray hoshiyaari baandhay

Kandhay (Huh)

Rakhein heavyweight, sar se upar bar dekh

Kab thay (Huh)

Mere jaise naa he kabhi aanay aagay

Someday (Nah)

Are you gonna grow or plan on staying that way?

Stating facts, dekh mere verse ki maths le (Yeah)

Chhay-sau flows aur hunnid shit to talk here (Shit)

Cali flower phookein, Maa pakaa le

Dunno gobhi kehtay, ya woh registaan hai

I was lying when she asked me my true age

How won't I hit that shawty, dekh ke banati hai cute face

Chahiyein mujhe bank may bas few M's

Never needed new friends, repping 7-7-7, who is you mate? (Uh)

Don't be too late, certified larkay saath rakh ke ghoomtay

Bajay Cole jab bhi car may, I lose brakes

Bunch of tired motherfuckers and I'm ruthless

Kidhar ghayeb saaray, text karein poochein (I'm gone)

Mein tou bahar ghoomun sheher, and I'm too lit (Too lit)

When I'm high to a new level, view dekh (Look up)

Aur hai gang poora saath, fuck you bitch (Fuck y'all)

[Verse 3: Wustaaz]

Left-right hotay launday mujhe dekh ke, han, that's right

Van aayi, pata chala kal ke that man died

Mein flight pe hoon, mera phone kidhar hai, bhai?

Rehem aaye nahi mujhe tou yeh beat'ein sehem jayein

Chalay nahi pen tera, aaja, you can have mine

Daada, tera masla alag hai, that's a blank mind

Mad mind, studio may band likhun dad rhymes

Handknife rakhun takay sunu inki last time, han

Daada, I might fly

Baray-baray rapper'on ki limelight khaayi

With my rhymes I'm nice, certified hain bhai

Sunein nahi kisi ki bhi aayein-bayein-shayein

On the loose ghoomay killah

Mad city, tabhi choose karay killah

Han, mein phoonkta unginat

I don't even call 'em out, inki rooh jaati nikal

Lund se hain mere daada tu, tera vision

And it's true, that we knew, ke tu kyun bana jigar

Teri bhool, yeh fuzool ke tu rule karay idhar

Mere mood pe mein studio may loop karun beat'ein

Koodtay yeh chutiye, kyun dhoondte tareeqay, huh?

Gaanay likhun chikh ke aur flow karun switch mein aur aisay he meri shit karun handle

Mein hoon Triple Seven, mere boys mere medals, on the loose jab hum hit karein pedal