Cigars, papers, let's go to the streetFabregas, like cigars, let's go, we play streetsPoppers, it's nothing, we play our own songsCigars, papers, let's go, we play streetsCigars, papers, 12-0-6 flipMirrors and make-ups, we don't give * to the *Trigger, kare neighbors, glue gun feels, cooking beatsDinner, on the tables, narkiya ho toh phir sabke hain tricksHum paaj bhai bethe saath, kitne MondaysHumne try gara, to make it bigTo turn every * Monday to SundayTower 1906, now I'm proud to you, you * hero bitchHum paanch ladke paanch baar, paanch company khol keSab unregistered, hum phir bhi hain tor mePaanch ghante, paanch saal se everyday on roll pePaanch ghante bach gaye, jo jaate mere pawn mePaanch ladke fass gaye, to paanch ladke phone pePaanch ladke ghar gaye, to paanch ladke aur hai19-0-6 me, hum bong khiche hall meNoida ke tor me, ye scene jaise BombayFaulkner ka form, ye hum feel le har ball pePeg 4 gyaan, 8 sar chod deLadkiyan us gate studio ka khol deWashroom full, yaha koi nahi hai phone peDaru pe daru, bandi ko bhai bol keBut we don't take risk, we just stick to the 4th place19-0-6 is the place to chillHiking on the list, sector sauce eh bitchFighting to be rich, hustling Bombay streetsMy dick to the polydream, I'm sorry if I'mI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
