Brabus 453

[Intro – Bass – English] Subwoofer shaking, hear that turbo blow, Boss in the seat, ready to go. Laugh at the frame, you dumb dickheads, Watch this beast leave you for dead. [Verse 1 – Drill – Punjabi / English] Smart Brabus 453, cutting through mist, Twin-turbo screaming like a crazy bitch. Gaddi meri choti, power poori heavy, Dropping heavy bass right on the levee. Rear wheel sliding round every tight bend, Dickheads panic where the road might end. Bina gallon saale karde bakwaas, Hit the fucking throttle, choke on gas. Two-seater weapon, you know it’s BOSS, We take the win, you take the loss. Midnight city, red on the dash, Smoking your shit in a flash. Sadh de ne saare wajda ae bass, Spitting fire in your fucking face. Blow-off valve cracking like a gun, Fucking little monster on the run. [Hook – Drill / UK Garage – English / Punjabi] Brabus 453, beast on the street, Drop the fucking bass, feel the heat. Hear the twin-turbo whistle and scream, Saddi choti gaddi tod ditte dream. Doubters talking shit, left in smoke, Boss on the wheel, you’re a joke. Pocket rocket flying through the night, Eat my fucking dust in plain sight. [Verse 2 – UK Garage – English] Cockpit tight, leather trim and boost, Demon engine letting fucking loose. Two-step popping in the traffic lane, Darting through city, pure fucking pain. Thought it was a toy till I pressed down, Twin-turbo kicking, tearing up the town. Garage bass swinging, pumping out the beat, Boss running shit on every fucking street. Assholes in their big cars crying behind, Tiny rear lights making suckers blind. Paddle on the wheel, snapping every gear, Pocket rocket terror, creeping up your rear. Leaving every bastard choking on the fumes, Subwoofer rattling inside their rooms. Yellow needle climbing right to the top, This fucking machine will never ever stop. [Hook – Drill / UK Garage – English / Punjabi] Brabus 453, beast on the street, Drop the fucking bass, feel the heat. Hear the twin-turbo whistle and scream, Saddi choti gaddi tod ditte dream. Doubters talking shit, left in smoke, Boss on the wheel, you’re a joke. Pocket rocket flying through the night, Eat my fucking dust in plain sight. [Bridge – Bass – Punjabi / English] Bass drop bhari, sunn de ne chor, Twin-turbo engine paunda nawa shor. Small little body, heavy fucking punch, Eat weak dickheads for my lunch. Bastards talking shit, don't know the ride, Aunda poora maza, monster inside. Boss on the gas, subwoofers boom, Clearing every asshole out the fucking room. [Verse 3 – Drill – Punjabi / English] Cold dark asphalt, city lights flash, 453 Brabus bringing all the crash. Saade agge aake kehnde car small, Hit launch control and smoke them all. Spooling up loud, spitting out flame, Pocket bastard changing up the game. Doubters looking stupid, jaws on floor, Fuck your big engine, this is war. Boss on the pedals, speakers hit hard, Leaving every shithead in the graveyard. Piche reh gaye saare, koi na yaar, Fastest fucking beast, king of cars. [Hook – Drill / UK Garage – English / Punjabi] Brabus 453, beast on the street, Drop the fucking bass, feel the heat. Hear the twin-turbo whistle and scream, Saddi choti gaddi tod ditte dream. Doubters talking shit, left in smoke, Boss on the wheel, you’re a joke. Pocket rocket flying through the night, Eat my fucking dust in plain sight. [Hook – Drill / UK Garage – English / Punjabi] Brabus 453, beast on the street, Drop the fucking bass, feel the heat. Hear the twin-turbo whistle and scream, Saddi choti gaddi tod ditte dream. Doubters talking shit, left in smoke, Boss on the wheel, you’re a joke. Pocket rocket flying through the night, Eat my fucking dust in plain sight. [Outro – UK Garage – English] Brabus 453, remember that fucking name, Boss took the crown, ended your game. Bass still shaking, turbo running cool, Pocket rocket schooling every fool.