Lyrics: Nathan Mendes/Daniel Christian Siqueira
Music: Nathan Mendes/Daniel Christian Siqueira
The way that they tryna stop me from taking this bread
I feel like a pao wala
No we aint amigos get the **** outta my casa or imma go blasta
Link up with the gang for chai, Mange pull up on the cd dawn
On stage you gon see me bomb, then I'm out with daboij
for some cheezy naan
I step on the beat then **** it up, add more flavour than
adharak
Got a half ticket on the to panjim, just like kadamba I
buss it up
Probably gonna scammed but mange be scoring a fifty
The way that I flow on shit too clean, same way mange rolling a ciggy
Make more noise than the margao market, spark it, where do we park it
Pull up pull up on bikes yo get the samosas we
starving
Pick up the gears, go faster, cops on the side, ignore em
Get the urrak I pour this, don't do beef only choris
And I be taking these shots like futsal
Roast your boy like a butta
Ey bro can you break this hundred note I'm low on chutta
Faking the flex all day long you ain't no shoota boy you a jhuta
Don't want no smoke you a pussio bruv i'mma call you chutiya
The way that they tryna stop me from taking this bread
I feel like a pao wala
No we aint amigos get the **** outta my casa or imma go blasta
Link up with the gang for chai, Mange pull up on the cd dawn
On stage you gon see me bomb, then I'm out with daboij
for some cheezy naan
No I don't play no games but Im swinging like cricket
Got 44 bars that'll kill it
Their shits not good so I aim for the wicked (wicket)
Man too many **** with my lines
The other ones nothing (nutting) I'm busting these rhymes
That tik tok shit out of time
I'm doing em dirty when I'm spitting grime
How you gon' touch me I'm way too high man you can't even reach me
East coast boy by the blood where the beach be
See no joy when they fronting to tease me
Now They hitting my PC (Computer)
Need consoling (console) cause I keep it real g
Know they can't beat me they bitter I'm better I'm keeping it chini
Bitches be calling me dada
They gonna go baga I eat em like Khana
Man I'm chilling on the back of the jawa
Poker face when I be having some mazza
Smoke green but I'm killing these fools
Henceforth all these bhenchods getting these tools
Man I'm tired of them saying they tied up with me only thing they'll be tying is a noose
The way that they tryna stop me from taking this bread
i feel like a pao wala
No we aint amigos get the **** outta my casa or imma go blasta
Link up with the gang for chai, Mange pull up on the cd dawn
On stage you gon see me bomb, then I'm out with daboij
for some cheezy naan