9MM by Talha Anjum Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
2021
Let's go
It's your boy
You know who the fuck this is!
[Verse 1]
Pull up on you with the 9 millimeter na malum you don't fuckin' know
(no, no)
Shooter chikhe tharre fire maare andhe
They don't care where the fuck it goes (Goes, goes)
Kisko lage, kaun mare, kya consequences kiski maut kiske sar hai
Ye concept, simple, kill aur get killed son
We x like malcolm
I got fan love, thank you, you're welcome
I son you motherfuckers (Yeah)
You bunch of kids to me (Kids)
Ski-mask taaki dikhe hi na face of me
Bane hi na case homie
Lage hi na peshi bhi
D-class, C-class, jaaye na koi jail homie
Wafadaar sada, chahe bhadvat kare jo bhi
Hum alif mada'a, jidher hai mat aa, mai stan tu watta
You shut up bitch (Shut the fuck up!)
Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to
I'm the one who knocks
I'm the one who runs this spot
2021 on lock
All the merch i'm gonna drop
To the bricks i'm gonna cop
Idher quaid sabka baap (What)
Pull up on you with that nine millimeter
Mere shooter saare sher
Tere launde saare geedar
Studio gangster kidher?
Mathe ho rahe idher, bigger
Picture dekhi, ab ye verses worth hai 7 figure
We don't cater any hater
Debate hi nahi hai
Ranjish hi sahi baby par hum ali sethi nahi hai
Baithi nahi hai dil me baate ab bhi sochta hun
Kaali karke kitni raate yaha tak pahuncha hun
Mai taapu goli psychedelics got me going crazy
Bouncer og mere as they faded, yeah i'm fuckin' fade it, let's go
(Beat Switch)
[Verse 2]
Let's go
No more, no more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need people
I need sometime to be alone
All of this paper, rolling deep & that's Adele
& I could tell, kitne asal, kitne nakal, kitne karte hustle
Aur kitne fake kar rahe struggle
Everything comes back around full circle
You didn't want me back then ab mere lund pe chadh tu
Tum munh se hagte, you've always got shit to say
You run your mouth, hum aake tere munh me jootey de
Shoot you in the head, hum kar de tera mind fuck
Beef for you motherfucker, stunner kitchen laaye kya
I got somewhere to be, toh tum bulao bykea
Bitch, snitch, bhadvo, phyche shuru se hi mafia
Mai daakiya like rakim
Daalu 18th letter
Mai ghetto se ni lekin, shuru se go-getter
I get better with time as i rhyme with the finest
Urdu rap pioneers, hum karte launde minus
Pull up with the 9mm shoot you in your sinus
My heart, where my mind is
Manjan beche mujhe sab, i'm not really buyin' it
Deal me ni milli agar, i don't even sign it
Scars on my neck baby, i don't even mind it, yeah
Yeah, yeah
2021
Let's go
It's your boy
You know who the fuck this is!
[Verse 1]
Pull up on you with the 9 millimeter na malum you don't fuckin' know
(no, no)
Shooter chikhe tharre fire maare andhe
They don't care where the fuck it goes (Goes, goes)
Kisko lage, kaun mare, kya consequences kiski maut kiske sar hai
Ye concept, simple, kill aur get killed son
We x like malcolm
I got fan love, thank you, you're welcome
I son you motherfuckers (Yeah)
You bunch of kids to me (Kids)
Ski-mask taaki dikhe hi na face of me
Bane hi na case homie
Lage hi na peshi bhi
D-class, C-class, jaaye na koi jail homie
Wafadaar sada, chahe bhadvat kare jo bhi
Hum alif mada'a, jidher hai mat aa, mai stan tu watta
You shut up bitch (Shut the fuck up!)
Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to
I'm the one who knocks
I'm the one who runs this spot
2021 on lock
All the merch i'm gonna drop
To the bricks i'm gonna cop
Idher quaid sabka baap (What)
Pull up on you with that nine millimeter
Mere shooter saare sher
Tere launde saare geedar
Studio gangster kidher?
Mathe ho rahe idher, bigger
Picture dekhi, ab ye verses worth hai 7 figure
We don't cater any hater
Debate hi nahi hai
Ranjish hi sahi baby par hum ali sethi nahi hai
Baithi nahi hai dil me baate ab bhi sochta hun
Kaali karke kitni raate yaha tak pahuncha hun
Mai taapu goli psychedelics got me going crazy
Bouncer og mere as they faded, yeah i'm fuckin' fade it, let's go
(Beat Switch)
[Verse 2]
Let's go
No more, no more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need people
I need sometime to be alone
All of this paper, rolling deep & that's Adele
& I could tell, kitne asal, kitne nakal, kitne karte hustle
Aur kitne fake kar rahe struggle
Everything comes back around full circle
You didn't want me back then ab mere lund pe chadh tu
Tum munh se hagte, you've always got shit to say
You run your mouth, hum aake tere munh me jootey de
Shoot you in the head, hum kar de tera mind fuck
Beef for you motherfucker, stunner kitchen laaye kya
I got somewhere to be, toh tum bulao bykea
Bitch, snitch, bhadvo, phyche shuru se hi mafia
Mai daakiya like rakim
Daalu 18th letter
Mai ghetto se ni lekin, shuru se go-getter
I get better with time as i rhyme with the finest
Urdu rap pioneers, hum karte launde minus
Pull up with the 9mm shoot you in your sinus
My heart, where my mind is
Manjan beche mujhe sab, i'm not really buyin' it
Deal me ni milli agar, i don't even sign it
Scars on my neck baby, i don't even mind it, yeah