Ek Do Ek

I could take your girl in like (Ek do ek)

When I'm counting up this money it's like ek do ek

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

Boy, you better stay in your lane

Going left, right, left, I might just take first place

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

They a bunch of losers on computers movin' stupid bruh

Yeah, sucker punch, Saitama moves I'm I ruthless uh

Okay clap clap clap clap uh

That's the applause for me

Yeah, I'm snapping so 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'ma finish my enemies on my first try

Hit em with venom when I gotta pen it

I'm sick of depending upon another, I don't like your vibe

Motherfuckers know that I be keeping it hunnid

Whenever I run it, I'm heating like an iPhone 5

Hit up your city, I'm on a psycho vibe

Keeping it real cause I don't type 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're 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

Dilli basi meri naso mein

Album ke saare gaane tere labo pe (Sab chahiye)

Poora gaana kheencha ek hi baar mein

Mujhe nai chaiye hota double take (Kabhi nahi)

Launde aate jaate karte faltu hate

Aa ke baj jaa mere rubber pe (Chup be)

Dhool chata ke phir bajte patake phir mitti phenku inki kabar pe

Game mein sabse alag

Mujh jaisa ban'na na seemit

Kala ki hai nahi koi keemat

Fukre ye sab

Launde bas scheming

Karte ni kaam they be dreaming

Soft launde dekhte romcom

Cheerleader haath mein pom pom

Squash karte beef on call

Baatei chodi ab maun kaun (Shh)

Teri bandi sunti gaane

Mere peeth peeche mujhe ye taane dere

Bhai mera bola jaane de be

Mujhe ni pata ye kha ke sher hai

Bache tere daant doodh ke (Chhote)

Hai ye rapper masoom se (Bacche)

Dekhte sapne jhaadh fook ke

Mic pe mere daag khoon ke

Yuh yuh independent nai hota main sign

Jab tak label nai samajhta hai mera design

Sabko pata Rawal bharg sabse versatile (Sach)

Kaam mera advanced launde ultra mild

They really be so mad 'cause I don't rap in an Indian accent

Fuck it I look away, finna go pass em

Minimum stack is in the 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'm 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 the 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 the system

Going off like uh

Get the fuck outta my zone (Lil bitch)

And you better stay outta my throne (Lil bitch)

Blow a kiss to all of these haters (Muah)

In the end they crowding my phone (Trrring)

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

No friends, no you ain't my G

I don't want 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

Tu chai pi yun ki beach pe baith ke mere liye ek pyaala meetha suroor wala rum ka peg

Ek do ek

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 do ek

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