9MM - Talha Anjum | Prod. UMAIR (Official Music Video)

 

9MM - Talha Anjum | Prod. UMAIR (Official Music Video)

Song 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 9 millimetre na malum you don’t fukkin’ know

[no, no]

Shooter chikhe tharre fire maare andhe

Dera hun care with fukk it goes [Goes, goes]

Kisko lage, kaun mare, kya kaun kiski maut kiske sar hai

Ye concept simple kill aur get kill some

VX like malcolm

I got fan love, thank you, you’re welcome

I sent you motherfuckers

Your bunch of kids to me

Ski mask taaki dikhe hi na face of me

Bane hi na case homie

Lage hi na peshi bhi

B-class, C-class, jaaye na koi jail homie

Wafadaar sada, chahe bhadvat kare jo bhi

Hum alif mada’a, jidher hai mada, mai stan tu watta

You shut up bitch [Shut the fakk 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 unlock

All the merch i’m gonna drop

To the bricks i’m gonna cop

Idher kaayad 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 trigger 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 psychedelic got me going crazy

Bouncer og mere i stay fade it yeah i’m fukkin’ fade it, let’s go

Let’s go

No more, no more

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t need people

I need somtime to be alone

All of these paper, rolling deep & that’s the deal

& I couldn’t 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 lun 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 fukk

Beefer you motherfucker, stunner kitchen laaye kya

I got somewhere to be, toh tum bula lo bykea

Bitch, snitch, bhadvo, phych ki shuru se hi mafia

Mai daakiya like rakim

Daalu 18 letter

Mai ghetto se ni lekin, shuru se go-getter

I get better with time as i rhyme with the finest

Urdu rap pioneer, hum karte launde minus

Pull up with the 9mm shoot you in you sinus

My heart, where my mind is?

Manjan beche mujhe sab, i’m not realy 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