Cigars, papers, let's go to the street
Fabregas, like cigars, let's go, we play streets
Poppers, it's nothing, we play our own songs
Cigars, papers, let's go, we play streets
Cigars, papers, 12-0-6 flip
Mirrors and make-ups, we don't give * to the *
Trigger, kare neighbors, glue gun feels, cooking beats
Dinner, on the tables, narkiya ho toh phir sabke hain tricks
Hum paaj bhai bethe saath, kitne Mondays
Humne try gara, to make it big
To turn every * Monday to Sunday
Tower 1906, now I'm proud to you, you * hero bitch
Hum paanch ladke paanch baar, paanch company khol ke
Sab unregistered, hum phir bhi hain tor me
Paanch ghante, paanch saal se everyday on roll pe
Paanch ghante bach gaye, jo jaate mere pawn me
Paanch ladke fass gaye, to paanch ladke phone pe
Paanch ladke ghar gaye, to paanch ladke aur hai
19-0-6 me, hum bong khiche hall me
Noida ke tor me, ye scene jaise Bombay
Faulkner ka form, ye hum feel le har ball pe
Peg 4 gyaan, 8 sar chod de
Ladkiyan us gate studio ka khol de
Washroom full, yaha koi nahi hai phone pe
Daru pe daru, bandi ko bhai bol ke
But we don't take risk, we just stick to the 4th place
19-0-6 is the place to chill
Hiking on the list, sector sauce eh bitch
Fighting to be rich, hustling Bombay streets
My dick to the polydream, I'm sorry if I'm
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
