[Intro]
Ek, ek
Ek do ek
Ek, ek
Ek do ek
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Tusumyoki]
I could take your girl in like
1-2-1
When I'm counting up this money
It's like, 1-2-1
Only keep it real
Because I ain't no fake
So if you tryna fuck with me
No way JOSÉ
Highest in the game I feel like ace of spades
The ironic part is that I never play no games (Yeah, yeah)
Boy you better stay in your lane
Going left right left
I might just take first place (Brrrrrhaa)
Yeah, I'm movin' out I'm with the boys
It look like troops or sum'
We ain't got no shooters
But you better know we ain't movin' dumb
Thеy a bunch of loosers on computers movin' stupid bruh (Yeah)
Suckеr punch, saitama moves, I'm ruthless (Uh)
Okay clap, clap, clap, clap (Uh)
That's the applause for me
Ye, I'm snapping go hard
That I had to go pause the beat
One look at my flow chart that shit look like a party scene
I'm poppin' off with the troops I feel like an army chief
What the fuck? standing ovation, I'm taking over your summer
Ma gois are known to get dumber
Please don't approach you get cut up
Leaving you broke in a puddle
They want the smoke, I'm like fuck 'em
Yoki got focus and hustle 'cause I get over the struggles
Lemme get into it, I'mma finish my enemies on my first try
Hit 'em with the venom when I gotta pen it
I'm sick of depending upon another
I don't like your vibe
Mitherfuckers know that I be keeping it hunnid whenever I run it
I'm heating like iPhone 5
Hit up ye city, I'm on a psycho vibe
Keeping it real, 'cause I don't like no lies (Okay)
Asap no rocky, my patience way too cold
I be like face to face, they don't try me, I hate to break it
You probably the fakest basic, most hated ba-na-na fanna the lamest
I ain't the man to go nameless
I take the path to go famous
[Verse 2: RAWAL]
Dilli basi meri naso me, album ke saare gaane tere labo pe (Sab chahiye)
Poora gaana kheencha ek hi baar me
Mujhe nahi chahiye hota double take (Kabhi ni)
Launde aate jaate karte faaltu hate
Aa ke baj jaa mere rubber pe (Chuppe)
Dhool chata ke phir, bajte patake phir, mitti phainku inki kabar pe
Game me sabse alag, mujh jaisa banna nai seemit
Kala ki hai nai koi keemat
Fukre ye sab, launde bas scheming
Karte ni kaam, they be dreaming
Soft launde dekhte ye Romcom cheerleader haath me hai pompom
Squash karte beef on call, baate chhodi, ab maun kaun (Ssh)
Teri bandi sunti gaane mere
Peeth peeche mujhe ye taane dere
Bhai bola mera jaane de be
Mujhe nahi pata ye kahan ke sher hai (Mujhe ni)
Bacche tere daant doodh ke (Chhote)
Hai ye rapper masoom se
Dekhte sapne jhaad phoonk ke
Mic pe mere daag khoon ke
(Yuh, yuh, pew-pew)
Independent nahi hota main sign
Jab tak label nahi samajhta hai mera design
Sabko pata Rawal-Bharg sabse versatile (Sach)
Kaam mera advanced, launde ultra mild
[Verse 3: Tsumyoki]
They really be so mad 'cause I don't rap in an Indian accent
Fuck it I look away, finna go pass 'em
Minimum stacks is in bro hands
I'm oh so cynical flow so criminal bozos? rid of 'em
Hold no prisoners
Show no mercy, in the dojo kickin' it
I'am so original
No more intervals
Hold no grudges
I'm solo winning
My mojo bigger
I'm jojo dripping
You so-so typical
I'm so prolific
One with the flows my flows I switch it
Run with the bros, my bros stay winning
Come with my goals, my goals they bigger
Right under you nose, I'm blowing up sicker
Humble the hoes, I know they gone pick up
Hundreds and more I store in system going off like (Uh)
Get the fuck outta my zone
And you better stay, outta my throne
Blow a kiss to all of these haters
In the end they growding my phone
Wanna sneak diss? I don't mind bro
They be talking much, how would I know?
No ego, no pride, no nothing
But I still feel proud of my songs
Some rappers be making them big moves
Some rappers just ain't like me
On stage with a plain white tee friends
No you ain't my G
I don't want to your invite please
In the booth 'cause in my feels
I go stupid, It's in my genes
Sit back, let me sip my tea (Aan)
[Bridge: RAWAL]
Tu chai pee Yoki beach pe baithke
Mere liye ek pyaara, meetha
Suroor waala rum ka peg
[Refrain: RAWAL]
1-2-1
Bitch I keep it real
Wasn't raised a fake
Album meri classic kare kaun debate
Competition kare bas ab contemplate
(Ooh yuh!)
Condom face, hatero ki shakal jaise condom face
Naya music teri taraf on the way
You know how I do bitch I'm on my wave
1-2-1
Bitch I keep it real
Wasn't raised a fake
Album meri classic kare kaun debate
Competition kare bas ab contemplate
(Ooh yuh!)
Condom face, hatero ki shakal jaise condom face
Naya music teri taraf on the way
You know how I do bitch I'm on my wave
Ek, ek
Ek do ek
Ek, ek
Ek do ek
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Tusumyoki]
I could take your girl in like
1-2-1
When I'm counting up this money
It's like, 1-2-1
Only keep it real
Because I ain't no fake
So if you tryna fuck with me
No way JOSÉ
Highest in the game I feel like ace of spades
The ironic part is that I never play no games (Yeah, yeah)
Boy you better stay in your lane
Going left right left
I might just take first place (Brrrrrhaa)
Yeah, I'm movin' out I'm with the boys
It look like troops or sum'
We ain't got no shooters
But you better know we ain't movin' dumb
Thеy a bunch of loosers on computers movin' stupid bruh (Yeah)
Suckеr punch, saitama moves, I'm ruthless (Uh)
Okay clap, clap, clap, clap (Uh)
That's the applause for me
Ye, I'm snapping go hard
That I had to go pause the beat
One look at my flow chart that shit look like a party scene
I'm poppin' off with the troops I feel like an army chief
What the fuck? standing ovation, I'm taking over your summer
Ma gois are known to get dumber
Please don't approach you get cut up
Leaving you broke in a puddle
They want the smoke, I'm like fuck 'em
Yoki got focus and hustle 'cause I get over the struggles
Lemme get into it, I'mma finish my enemies on my first try
Hit 'em with the venom when I gotta pen it
I'm sick of depending upon another
I don't like your vibe
Mitherfuckers know that I be keeping it hunnid whenever I run it
I'm heating like iPhone 5
Hit up ye city, I'm on a psycho vibe
Keeping it real, 'cause I don't like no lies (Okay)
Asap no rocky, my patience way too cold
I be like face to face, they don't try me, I hate to break it
You probably the fakest basic, most hated ba-na-na fanna the lamest
I ain't the man to go nameless
I take the path to go famous
[Verse 2: RAWAL]
Dilli basi meri naso me, album ke saare gaane tere labo pe (Sab chahiye)
Poora gaana kheencha ek hi baar me
Mujhe nahi chahiye hota double take (Kabhi ni)
Launde aate jaate karte faaltu hate
Aa ke baj jaa mere rubber pe (Chuppe)
Dhool chata ke phir, bajte patake phir, mitti phainku inki kabar pe
Game me sabse alag, mujh jaisa banna nai seemit
Kala ki hai nai koi keemat
Fukre ye sab, launde bas scheming
Karte ni kaam, they be dreaming
Soft launde dekhte ye Romcom cheerleader haath me hai pompom
Squash karte beef on call, baate chhodi, ab maun kaun (Ssh)
Teri bandi sunti gaane mere
Peeth peeche mujhe ye taane dere
Bhai bola mera jaane de be
Mujhe nahi pata ye kahan ke sher hai (Mujhe ni)
Bacche tere daant doodh ke (Chhote)
Hai ye rapper masoom se
Dekhte sapne jhaad phoonk ke
Mic pe mere daag khoon ke
(Yuh, yuh, pew-pew)
Independent nahi hota main sign
Jab tak label nahi samajhta hai mera design
Sabko pata Rawal-Bharg sabse versatile (Sach)
Kaam mera advanced, launde ultra mild
[Verse 3: Tsumyoki]
They really be so mad 'cause I don't rap in an Indian accent
Fuck it I look away, finna go pass 'em
Minimum stacks is in bro hands
I'm oh so cynical flow so criminal bozos? rid of 'em
Hold no prisoners
Show no mercy, in the dojo kickin' it
I'am so original
No more intervals
Hold no grudges
I'm solo winning
My mojo bigger
I'm jojo dripping
You so-so typical
I'm so prolific
One with the flows my flows I switch it
Run with the bros, my bros stay winning
Come with my goals, my goals they bigger
Right under you nose, I'm blowing up sicker
Humble the hoes, I know they gone pick up
Hundreds and more I store in system going off like (Uh)
Get the fuck outta my zone
And you better stay, outta my throne
Blow a kiss to all of these haters
In the end they growding my phone
Wanna sneak diss? I don't mind bro
They be talking much, how would I know?
No ego, no pride, no nothing
But I still feel proud of my songs
Some rappers be making them big moves
Some rappers just ain't like me
On stage with a plain white tee friends
No you ain't my G
I don't want to your invite please
In the booth 'cause in my feels
I go stupid, It's in my genes
Sit back, let me sip my tea (Aan)
[Bridge: RAWAL]
Tu chai pee Yoki beach pe baithke
Mere liye ek pyaara, meetha
Suroor waala rum ka peg
[Refrain: RAWAL]
1-2-1
Bitch I keep it real
Wasn't raised a fake
Album meri classic kare kaun debate
Competition kare bas ab contemplate
(Ooh yuh!)
Condom face, hatero ki shakal jaise condom face
Naya music teri taraf on the way
You know how I do bitch I'm on my wave
1-2-1
Bitch I keep it real
Wasn't raised a fake
Album meri classic kare kaun debate
Competition kare bas ab contemplate
(Ooh yuh!)
Condom face, hatero ki shakal jaise condom face
Naya music teri taraf on the way
You know how I do bitch I'm on my wave
( Tsumyoki & Rawal )
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