"30 Shooter" lyrics
Talha Anjum & Umair Lyrics
"30 Shooter"
There are over five hundred and fifty million firearms in the worldwide circulation
That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet
The only question is, how do we arm the other eleven?
Yeah!
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
Yeh rapper kodu, can't afford to fuck with me, bro
Yeh meri wave pe hain, covered up in sea salt
Mere kadd ke nahi hain, ladke likhre knee height
Mein verse bhejun, make your favorite rapper rewrite
Man of action, mujhse bada koi achiever nahi hai
Desi rap may mere jaise yahan deegar nahi hain
Yeh geedar aate sheher ko, yeh sheher mera hai
Yeh maut maang rahe, mein kehra inko dedo bhai
Khuda gawah, we had to do it on our own
Ladke out of tune thay, we set the right tone
Set the mic on fire, shooter for hire
People with priors, mauqa-e-wardaat ka safaya
Bhadwe wearing wires, shooters in your lounge
Tere sar pe aim, shooter bakchode
They make you say my name
Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga, I'm the Boogeyman
I'm your motherfucking trouble
Mere bees shooter, tees shooter
Thokenge safai se, nafees shooter
Tere pussy boys, mere saare G shooter
Kabhi Superman hun mein, kabhi Lex Luthor
Yeh facts ke mein uper, you know better than to not agree (Yeah, yeah)
Mera pistol kaala, kutta kaala, pink pedigree
I sell clothes, kabhi bechi soul nahi
Madarchod Illuminati is mad at me, they come at me
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
Money on my mind, opps in my rear view
Launday baatein chodein, not like I care though
Pull up on me, bitch, I double dare
Uber-shuber ya whatever, I'll cover your fare
Already told you, laundon ko lagni dair badi
Mein carefree ghoomta, meri management hai worried
I got rap money that I never spent (Nah, nah)
I got text in my phone I never sent (Fuck no!)
Leave a dent in your head, mera kya bharosa (Kya?)
Nahi hai mere jaisa doosra
Mein beats pe Da Vinci, mera har gaana Mona Lisa
Mere passpost bharay pade, lagay pade visa
Mein VIP, poora Karachi kya, Gulshan kya PIB
Muu pe likha Urdu rap, we don't need IDs
Tactical lagi qamar pe, hum jaise G.I. Joe's
Saath leke chalta ek qafla, oh where I go
Tou beta bach shaba aage-peeche (Peeche, peeche)
Internet pe garmi ke nuqsandeh nateeje
Mujhe sunte nahi hain sheher, I got stats by the region
Mere Versace tou chhaap le ga, what about my vision? (Huh?)
What about the fact ke tum karte sirf dick ride?
Andhe nahi hain loug, bhosdiwalo, subko dikh raha hai
Fikar nahi hai note ki, dollars may bechu fikre (Yeah)
Half-full hain glasses aur subse mehengi liquor hai
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
Bees shooter, tees shooter aate jaise ghost
Ali walay hum, peeche rehte chaalis chor
Tees round fi shooter, kitne banay bol?
Diss nahi, hum sentaalis se bhejenge shots tujhe
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- Talha Anjum Lyrics
album:
"My Terrible Mind" (2024)
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