They sit with
their phones busy busy
They give their hearts and souls easy easy
They keep their feet in their feet easy easy
German is a Jogi with himself
The world calls him Oji Oji
He does the homies ya ya ya ya
He does the homies ya ya ya ya
He hasn't come to the club after dancing
Some people have gone crazy
He doesn't speak like a crore on the rollie
He doesn't speak like a peon on the neck
He doesn't speak like a gun on the waist
He doesn't know how to talk
When he takes a tour, he takes it on fleek
Neat neat baby, he takes it on pegneat
The jeep drives like a dream The sheep
don't play but the sheep get laid
Say,
the Gucci gang is on the roof Say,
where are the Jatt's slangs?
Say, the boys are going out of town Say,
the uncle's mask is not tight
They walk like us,
they walk like us They walk like us,
they walk like us
Like our body is moving from mile to mile
The red lights that don't stop,
don't stop They press our eyes from red to red
They keep your blue eyes shut They sit near the kiln,
they move,
they move
They make yellow nails on the roof
They make yellow nails on the ceiling
Our silhouette is yellow yellow The yellow that comes from our head
It burns,
it burns,
it burns It burns,
it burns,
it burns
Look,
they don't roam among the top players They
don't roam among the famous TCR players
The boys bring the cream of the Mullahs They
don't roam among the Udans or the Gheras
They don't roam among the没ед and udans