Gen-Z Lyrics brings you G Drill Lyrics, performed by Ajitesh Bhati (Feat. Lashcurry). The concept for this Translation track originated with Ajitesh Bhati & Lashcurry, who went on to craft it into a impactful masterpiece. The song came to life through Drip2hard, the producer behind it.
G Drill Lyrics
Kaali hoodie
Dhauli rover
Double mag
She’s a Smoker
Tha tha tha tha
And it’s over
Gang voilence
Promoter
Matter hua
And We roll up
CCTV mien
Aagya close up
Only get involved
If you own up
Police case hua
So what?
Humpe jo aayi baat
Honi fir badmasi hai
Kardi jo wardat
Honi sidhi faasi hai
Sansad mien daaku baithe
Hum to ji baagi hai
Saaf shabdo mien
Jail yog likhra raashi mien
chhora jo baithe hai jail mien
Ve Baithe hai khaamk
Bhai jo bhai su ad jaa
O bhai hai naam ka
Izzat ko paisa kamayo hai
No khaate harom ko
Hath milaane te pehle
Nom leve hum rom
Han karta ni baate main ghumaake
Hum Sacche hai sach nichupate
Main maslo mein gya to
Aafat machegi
hum wo hai jo
Headlines bnate
Chali goli
Badha taapmaan
Faisla sunaya Kalam todi bana hang man
Bair mehngo pade hum te chhore baat maan
Gangsta hip hop mien laga dunga main chaar Chaand
Char chaand lage hip hop mien
police dhunde jige jige chhora baitha gom mien
Wai akad mien
Wai tone hand
Pesh hua agli Subha jaake siddha court mien
Bhatner
Gang se saari suvidha prapt hai
Track suit
Jordan upar adidas hai
Gujjar boys chahiye mujhe
global charts pe
Mobster bane baithe yahan oligarchs hai
Bodyguards se na hoti bete body guard hai
Kaand kiye maine camera mien muh dikhake
Na bani body sushi khaake
We do the strike like kylian mbappe
Asli Gangistar
Rapping mien aaliye
6 foot ko Gujjar hun
Nom mera bhati hai
Raad to pehle bhi
Kai’n ki kaati hai
Hatho mien sickle hai yaani
darati hai
Parche to pehle bhi
Holiye kaafi the
Banti Prashasan
Na banti khaaki se
Kuch kehve bhedu hai
Kuch bole baagi hai
kal raat aafat jo ladko kaati hai
Uski to cutting paper mien aagi hai
Dancer beat ke saath khelu me salsa
Kalantar cheethade faad karu medaan saaf
Khaaskar pichhle paanch saal se shant tha
Scene bana jalalabaad ye kala gandhar
Ye jaane mera naam se khaandan
Spit kare wack saale kaam se paandaan
Aur booth mera lade takibaan ka paandaal
Masala bhara gaano me jubaan se panchaal
Rap ka kara ni kabhi wrap up
Tu bethak me beth – ab
To samjhega method
We turned up the tables
Ye labels aur records
Not gonna stucked
Itno passion or papers
kid lete nap denge omni me patak
Na bhosdike jale tere jhopadi ke balab
Mera ek gana khode tere top three ki qabar
Release mere fan ke liye lottery ki khabar
Nasho me aadhe bande gaye bhatak
Dande pade jo thode kandhe gaye latak
Andhe ban ye londey panne gaye palat
Guru tere farzi ye karte jay galat
Hum gaane ni bum baanate
Karte fun kabhi ni fun funaate
Bharte dum kadam thar tharaate
Fad fad jo kare toh jaate pad sapaate
Bhag dad machi bad tera sar bachaake
Karmath curry baje ghar ghar dabaake
Bada banne ke talab inhe jad kataake
Dar hataa ke bhid gaya har bala se
Teri marzi tu idol maan mujhe
Rival maan ye suicidal kaam
Ghume chhati pe title taang
Haga audio me video me item dance
Teri gully meri gully lyrically physically
Jaha ana jese ana offline ya delivery
Up ho ya mp sab bhaiyo ki territory
Married to game lindey claim kare alimony
Kal batwe me paise nhi the
Aaj mere pe batwa bhi nhi hai
Bade bhai pe lagi dhara be fizool
Ki saari vo hatwayi gayi hai
Mere cicle me paanch bande
Iski maka yha banda koi chhatwa hi nhi hai
Na chaati na chatwayi gayi hai
Apan sahi toh samasya hi nhi hai
Humpe jo aayi baat
Honi fir badmasi hai
Kardi jo wardat
Honi sidhi faasi hai
Sansad mien daaku baithe
Hum to ji baagi hai
Saaf shabdo mien
Jail yog likhra raashi mien
written by: Ajitesh Bhati & Lashcurry
“G Drill” Song Meaning Explained
The Big Picture
Okay, so the title… G Drill. It’s kind of perfect, you know? Because on one level, it’s just stating what it is—this raw, unfiltered drill track coming straight from the ‘G’ of Gujarat, from the ground up. But it’s also framing the entire world of the song. Drill music, at its heart, has always been about documenting the reality of a place, the tension, the violence, the code you live by. This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a report. And by calling it “G Drill,” it’s like Ajitesh and Lashcurry are planting their flag. They’re saying, this is our reality, our streets, our language, our rhythm. It sets the stage for something that feels less like a song and more like a dispatch from the front lines, where every boast and every threat is underlined by a very real, chilling consequence.
Most Impactful Lines
You know how some lines just… stop you? Like you have to rewind because the weight of it, or the cleverness, just demands a second listen. For me, it’s the verse that starts with “Hum gaane ni bum baanate / Karte fun kabhi ni fun funaate.” Man. “We don’t make bomb songs, we have fun but we never ‘fun-fun’ it.” It sounds like a tongue twister but it’s this brilliant distinction. They’re saying their art isn’t some constructed, fake explosion for clicks. Their fun, their lifestyle, it’s not performative or frivolous. It’s serious fun, with real stakes. That line just reframes their whole approach in a way that’s so cool. And then later, there’s this bar that’s pure, cold metaphor: “Hatho mien sickle hai yaani darati hai.” “A sickle in hand means it thrills… or it terrifies.” It’s a farming tool, right? But it’s a weapon. It can provide life or take it. That duality, that inherent power and threat in their very identity, is just packed into one image. It’s not just talking about being hard, it’s saying their essence is tied to something that cuts both ways.
Decoding The Chorus
Man, the chorus… you just have to sit with it. It’s the whole thesis statement of the song, repeated like a mantra or a warning. So, “Humpe jo aayi baat / Honi fir badmasi hai”. Right away, it’s about reputation and inevitability. If a matter, a ‘baat’, comes to us, well, then mischief has to happen. It’s not a choice, it’s a duty, a forced hand. It frames their actions as a reaction to a world that constantly tests them. Then that next couplet just kills me: “Kardi jo wardat / Honi sidhi faasi hai”. If you file a police report (wardat), you’re basically signing your own straight noose. The cause and effect here is brutal, instant. There’s no legal labyrinth, just direct, street-level justice. And then the kicker, the line that gives me chills every time: “Sansad mien daaku baithe / Hum to ji baagi hai”. Think about that. “There are dacoits sitting in the parliament, and we are just rebels.” It flips the whole script. It says, you call us criminals, but look at the biggest criminals running the country. Our rebellion, our ‘baagipan’, is honest compared to their sanctioned theft. It’s a devastating critique wrapped in a bar.
Most Relatable Part
For me, the most human, relatable part isn’t the flexing, it’s the quiet desperation in the verse about the circle. “Kal batwe me paise nhi the / Aaj mere pe batwa bhi nhi hai… Mere circle me paanch bande / Iski maka yha banda koi chhatwa hi nhi hai”. Man. “Yesterday there was no money in my pocket, today I don’t even have a pocket… In my circle of five guys, here, not even one guy is someone you can show off.” That’s not just about being broke. That’s about the poverty of status, of having no one in your immediate world who has “made it” in a way that lifts the others up. There’s this profound loneliness in that ambition, you know? The weight of being the one who’s supposed to break the cycle, but you’re surrounded by the same struggle. It’s that feeling when your dreams are huge but your resources, your examples, are painfully small. It’s so specific, yet it captures that universal ache of wanting to be the one who changes things for your people, and being terrified you can’t.
Conclusion & Overall Message
So what’s the song leaving you with? It’s not a celebration, honestly. It’s a portrait. A portrait of a life where every bit of respect (izzat) is hard-earned currency, where the system is your enemy and your peers are your only nation, where violence is both a threat and a twisted form of career advancement. The final note, for me, is defiance, but a exhausted one. When they repeat that chorus at the end, “Saaf shabdo mien / Jail yog likhra raashi mien” – “In clear words, my destiny is written towards jail” – it feels like an acceptance. A grim, clear-eyed prophecy. This isn’t a “we’re gonna make it out” hip-hop fairytale. It’s a “this is the path the world has laid for me, and I will walk it with my head up, my voice loud, and my crew behind me.” The triumph in G Drill isn’t in escaping the reality, it’s in narrating it with such unflinching, poetic power. It’s about claiming your story from a world that would rather just write you off as a statistic. And that… that’s why I keep replaying it.
G Drill Song Video
G Drill Song Credits
| Song | G Drill |
| Artist(s) | Ajitesh Bhati (Feat. Lashcurry) |
| Album | G Drill |
| Writer(s) | Ajitesh Bhati & Lashcurry |
| Producer(s) | Drip2hard |