3am in Gillco

Oh, I heard the son misses his daddy. Your entire album is just one diss from me. Granted, if you stand tall, then also consider this. You'll be brought to the ground, showing how low you truly are. Oh, you lowly ones, you keep provoking and taking shots. Gill Co. is begging for the video to be released. If it comes out, where will your team stop it? You'll be in such a state, you won't be seen in the scene again. Other's sons have arrived at your doorstep, and you're hiding in a corner. I heard you're built on abuses and haven't been humbled yet. Who exposed your weak points? You big star, bastard, couldn't get them fixed. Even if you mistakenly plead in front of Dhillon's yacht, I saved you from getting beaten with shoes in the barracks. Don't act crazy, just entertaining yourselves aimlessly. My kings are famous, bastards, they don't even go for a ride. Nambardars, bastards, don't show up when challenged. You have two-three thugs picked up by an old woman. In the Pata jails, save yourself from getting torn apart by the enforcers. First, get your village released from your uncles' grip. You keep listening silently, and what can I say in response? You feel like a man, but you are actually effeminate. Oh, they're scared to raid, turn on your touch (GPS/phone). See them roaring, after sharing their location. They aren't capable of dissing, that's why they resorted to bad reels. They aren't capable of fighting, that's why they resorted to biting. Money, power, and links are being displayed on the phone. Come however you want, you know whose (connections) are good. Oh, let it be doubled, the pen in my hand makes the Jatt proud. I'll put your recordings full of pleas on the internet, bastards. One shouldn't get names inserted into a song by taking from others. I'll change the address for those who don't want any cowards. Just inflated with ego, trying to dominate on reels. Sparrows keep gathering, while eagles look to swoop down. Oh, no fake, don't just bark uselessly like dogs. A compromise with you means shoes on your head. Save yourself, Mohali, a black Range Rover is coming roaring. Don't take it lightly, it will pass right by your side. I won't spare your life, go and keep performing Hajj. Don't just run away, your son has been hit by a hack. I've given as much as I needed to, now I won't say much more. Your useless songs, I considered them a donkey. It was for the idle Jatt, they call this a reply. If you are to give a reply too, put it with six months (of effort). Write it yourself, lowly one, don't just get it written by someone else. If you are to give a reply, put it with six months (of effort). Oh, boys, boys, don't make a wager, eagles will come and enter the target. Bastards, relying on others, they've been torn to shreds. Your words don't stop from your mouth, then why do you act like a pest? The permanent buffalo-seat will remain in the hands of the shades. It won't come in your generations, anyone who can beat me. The permanent buffalo-seat will remain in the hands of the shades. I heard them saying it's a one-sided beef. Scared of a beating, they go around falling at feet. They go around getting gunmen just by taking my name. Bastards, scared of a beating, they go around falling at feet. If it hurts too much, I'll rub 'Taahl' balm. My maid, Sandhu, has more self-respect than you. Oh, villains on reels, but cowards in real life. My maid, Sandhu, has more self-respect than you.